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Wheels of Fire	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 22718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 17
Asking a Favor
An hour later, Lucy had just finished a pasta dinner when she heard a screech of breaks outside and the slam of a car door shutting. She smiled to herself and straightened her hair, hoping she looked nice when Edo-Natsu entered. She wanted to congratulate him properly, maybe even give him another kiss if he was brave enough. She made sure the food was ready, then tried to pretend like she was still busy while her heart pounded with excitement.
Tonight would be just a simple celebration, but her mind was already on tomorrow. Tomorrow, they would drive together in that car. She would sit next to him as he smoked his tires and proved to the people of Earthland just why he was known as Fireball Natsu. That wild personality would fully take over, just him and her in the car, the two of them riding off … to who knows where!
What would happen? What did she want to happen? Gemini had sneaked a peek into some of the naughty fantasies she had. It was terrible of her, but she could hardly help but think weird things with that cute boy around.
She heard stomping feet hurrying up the central staircase, and then the front door pounded open.
"Hey, careful!" she shouted in annoyance. That was the sort of reckless way Natsu and Gray entered her house, and it always made her mad.
The large wooden door slammed shut, shaking the walls. Those feet stormed through the main room to the kitchen. Before she could turn around and say 'Welcome home,' Edo-Natsu grabbed her shoulder, spun her around roughly, and thrust her up against the kitchen counter. She felt the base of her spine smash against the sink as he dominated over her. Suddenly, one hand was on her hair, pulling just enough to tip her head up without being painful, and the other hand held her chin to make sure she did not escape. Captured like a rabbit in a snare, Lucy could not move as lips crashed onto hers.
Lucy's eyes went wide. Was this really timid little Fireball? Then she noticed the goggles up in the pink hair. Definitely Fireball, but this was so rough, forceful, rambunctious … and outside of his car!
Satisfied that her face was his, his hands let go and grabbed her waist instead, clutching her curves possessively while his hips held her pinned against the counter. His fingers slid down to her butt and grabbed it to pull her toward him.
"Mmmph!" she cried out through the smothering kiss as she felt something stiff press against her lower stomach.
Edo-Natsu groaned and shifted his hips to slide his arousal against her, pressing her harder against the edge of the counter until her spine hurt. He was immensely aroused; the feel both terrified her and made her moist between her legs. Lucy felt her stomach tightening, and her legs trembled weakly as she let Edo-Natsu thrust against her like an animal.
Suddenly, his hips dipped down, and instead of rubbing against her lower belly, that arousal poked at her skirt, thrusting toward something hotter, wetter. Lucy panicked, tried to push him away, but he pulled her even closer with more urgency. Then, as if in an afterthought, one of his hands rested at her lower back, cushioning her from the hard counter edge. It was such a small but thoughtful gesture amidst the rough kisses and desperate thrusting.
"Princess," he moaned. "God, I want you!"
The lusty tones in his voice scared her, yet she desired more. He gently licked her lips, and her tongue ventured out to meet his. It was a moist and sensual dance, romping from one mouth into the next, taking turns at tasting each other. Lucy melted at the gentleness of the kiss compared to the wildness happening below the belt. This sort of softer kiss was something he did outside of the car, yet the dry humping was the sort of thing that wild personality would do. Lucy realized, Fireball must be experiencing both personalities at once to act this way. It was so unique, so erotic, blending his wild side and his timid side. She craved more!
As if sensing her desires, his tongue slid fully into her mouth, filling the space rather than sharing it. In return, Lucy sucked his tongue, and she heard Edo-Natsu grunt with a flinch, while his arousal twitched hard enough for her to feel it. She felt a boost of confidence at finding something he liked. Sucking, huh? She could get used to that. And more!
His hands moved up her waist, gliding over her tight shirt to the massive mounds. He cupped them, feeling their soft suppleness. He could hardly believe a person could be so squishy, and he shuddered as his fingers were filled with those feminine treasures. His fingers squeezed a little, and his thumb ran over the skin until he felt a small nub poking through the shirt. His thumb ran circles around the nipple, enticing it to get harder.
Lucy shuddered out a moan, shocked at feeling someone touching her breasts. His hands were strong, yet they touched her so gently. She had seen those hands twist scrap metal into a working car, and now they were twisting her nipples, changing her body from the slightly awkward Celestial Spirit wizard into something sensual and sultry.
"I love you, Lucy," he breathed into her ear, and he smiled when he felt her tremble at the warm air.
"Fireball," she groaned.
"Call me Natsu," he requested. He left off the breasts and wrapped her into a tight hug, as if fearing she might disappear on him. "Just once, call me by my name."
She looked up into his sage green eyes. They were not wide and innocent now, but lowered, hooded, with darkness glowing behind them. They were terrifying eyes that seemed like they wanted to devour her whole: body and soul. Timidly, she tested out the name she had said hundreds of times, but always referring to someone else. It was just the name for Summer, after all. Plenty of people had the name Natsu. It was just two syllables.
"Natsu."
Hearing her say his name made him smile. "I like how you say my name, but … but I don't want to be that other Natsu to you." His timidity was quickly creeping back in, reflected by a stutter to his words. "I like when you call me Fireball, because I know you're thinking of me, not him, but … but I really love hearing you say my real name."
Lucy remembered what Gemini warned about both of them fearing that this haphazard attraction was not real, only displaced emotions for their doppelgängers. It seemed that was all true. Whenever he called her Lucy, she secretly dreaded that he was thinking of Ashley. Same with him, he secretly feared she was thinking of Dragneel.
"Be honest," he said, looking sternly serious. "Do you have feelings for that other Natsu?"
Lucy gulped hard under such a strong, narrow gaze. "I might," she confessed, "but they're different from what I feel for you. Natsu Dragneel is my friend and teammate, so of course we're close. Maybe I've … considered the possibility," she confessed, "but I usually come to the conclusion that it'd never work between us. He's more like an annoying brother." She laughed awkwardly, yet her gaze drifted. Thanks to Mira, she had seriously considered a romance with Natsu, and while it was appealing, she knew it was impractical. "We're too different, and if we got together only to break up, it'd destroy the team. I don't want to risk it. And you? You like the other Lucy, don't you?"
"I did," he admitted. "Lucy Ashley is intimidating as hell, but she always looked so happy to see me return from one of my long drives. She was one of the only people in the world who gave a damn about me. She holds the guild together, protects everyone, and I admire that. But … her and me?" He shook his head, dismissing the possibility. "She hates riding in my car, and that's the only time I'm brave enough to even think about trying anything."
"You try stuff here outside of your car," Lucy pointed out. "You can even burst into my home and kiss me like that."
"Because it's you." He realized that was not really an explanation. "I trust you. I know you won't hit me. It makes me feel braver. Lucy Ashley made me feel tiny and weak. That's why, with her, it was only like, never love. With you…" His eyelids lowered, and he leaned in close to her face again. "Love is something I've only ever felt for you, Princess."
"Same with me," Lucy whispered, anticipating his next kiss. "Maybe I like Salamander, but I love you. It's different."
"Totally different," he agreed, and he gave her a chaste kiss that left her completely unfulfilled. "It's scary, isn't it? Worrying if what I feel is because of you, or because of her. But right now…" He rested his nose against Lucy's and looked happily into her huge, brown eyes. "It's you I love, Lucy Heartfilia. I wanna be the only Natsu you love … because you're the only Lucy I love," he confessed in a sultry whisper.
"Oh, Natsu," she sighed with tears in her eyes. Then she reached up, held his cheeks, and kissed him firmly.
The kiss was not as rough as it had been at first, but it was filled with far deeper passion. Lucy wrapped her arms around him and pulled Edo-Natsu closer. His eyes opened hazily during the kiss and gazed down at her, feeling so happy he could cry. His heart pounded at how lovely she looked. Gemini had snitched that he thought she was as beautiful as a goddess, and that was true. For him, she was perfection in human form. He could not understand how the other Natsu worked beside her every day, yet he did not desire her as a woman. It made him wonder what Natsu Dragneel's type was. If he himself loved Lucy's type, did that mean Natsu Dragneel liked Edo-Lucy's type? He simply could not imagine those two misfits together! So instead, he wondered if Salamander really did love Lucy. In that case, either the Dragon Slayer was even more reserved in expressing his feelings than Fireball was, or he was too inexperienced, maybe even immature, to figure out his emotions.
He shut his eyes and focused solely on kissing Lucy, not worrying about what that other Natsu thought. Right now, Lucy was with him! He was the one she loved, and he loved her. For the present, that was all that mattered.
"Natsu," she moaned. "Natsu Dragion."
He pulled up, blinked in amazement, then smiled broadly. "Say my whole name again."
She raised a curious eyebrow, yet she repeated herself. "Natsu Dragion."
He grabbed her into a happy, crushing hug. "Sheesh, you are too cute when you say my whole name!" Just as quickly, he let go, backed away, and blushed fiercely. "Ah … um, sorry. Sorry about all of this. Aftereffects from driving, I guess."
"Are you sure it's just from the driving?" she asked coyly.
"Yeah, because I'd never have the guts to do this on my own." He laughed nervously.
She wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled him back to her. "Maybe you should."
He looked stunned, then nervous, cringing a little and looking anywhere but at her face. However, his eyes were drawn to her chest and those massive breasts he had groped just a minute ago. He swallowed hard as he looked at them, remembering how they felt. His chest hurt to breathe, and the ache in his pants was throwing off his ability to think clearly.
"I … I don't know exactly what to do, though," he whispered bashfully. "I have no clue about these sorts of things."
"You obviously know deep inside." Lucy leaned into his ear and slowly hissed out in a stream of hot air. "Na-tsu … Dra-gi-on!"
He shuddered and instinctively made a thrust up against her again. They could both feel that hardness pressing her.
"See, you know what to do."
He backed off. Yes, he knew the basics! He would rather not tell her the details, but he had been with girls in the backseat of his car before. He never let things get too far, but it was the only place where he could be bold enough to express any sort of sexuality. Until now, that is. Now, instincts coursed through him like fuel through an engine. He could act this way around Lucy outside of the car, because he knew she would protect him, even if what he asked was inappropriate.
"Lucy," he said timidly. "I'm going to ask something really selfish, and if you don't want to, it's perfectly fine to say no. It's even fine if you slap me."
"I'm not going to hit you."
"You might for this one," he said, seemingly convinced this was a bad idea, yet ready to try it anyway.
She patiently waited for him to say what he wanted, through many stutters as his face went brighter and brighter.
"Y-you see, I kinda need to … to … um … work this thing off," he mumbled, motioning to the erection. "And … I could just … just go into the bathroom and … I could … you know … but I was wondering if … um … wondering if you could … a-a-and you really don't have to," he assured quickly, "but if you could … um … help, and … and, um … uh…" He fisted up his hands in frustration. "Dammit, I can't ask! I knew I couldn't. Um … s-sorry. Forget it."
"It's okay," Lucy said timidly. "I'll … I'll do it."
Edo-Natsu stared in bewilderment. Did she really understand all that gibberish? "Uh … um … d-d-do what, exactly?"
Her heart pounded wildly, yet she looked down to his pants and slowly dragged her tongue over her lips to silently let him know. He got the idea.
"Oh! Um, yeah, that's … that's, um … that's what I meant," he stuttered out. "But … but you don't really have to, you know, I just … um … I thought maybe…" He stopped again and looked up into her face with hope and worry. "Do you … really want to?"
She blushed. "Yes."
"Oh. Okay. Um … okay," he said awkwardly. "Wow." He laughed with nervousness. "I … I've never done it before."
"Me neither," she admitted. "I just hope I do it right. You'll have to guide me."
"Oh … w-well, I don't know either." He looked away, unable to look into such an innocent face. "We're both new at this sort of thing, huh?"
"Yeah," Lucy whispered. The whole scene in the kitchen suddenly felt surreal to her. Lustful instincts were guiding her, and she determinedly put logic and restraint to the side for now.
"Well … um … I … I don't know what to say. Um … thanks?" He laughed awkwardly. "Okay, that's dumb. I … I'm just going to shut up now. But … um … wh-where should I go? What works best for you?"
Lucy glanced around the house. The bed was too tempting for more things. The bathroom would make cleaning up easier, but it would also be uncomfortable. "The cushion chair?"
"Chair! Yeah, chair. Chair with cushions. Cushion chair. Yeah, that works."
"Are you really okay?" she asked in worry.
"Sorry. The effects of the drive are wearing off. Just … just nervous as hell, that's all." He laughed awkwardly. "Well, I'm … I'm just going to go over here … to the chair and … and sit. Sit on the chair. Yeah."
He walked mechanically out of the kitchen and into the main room, not really expecting her to go through with this, simply glad Lucy had not pounded him. Belatedly, he realized she was following him. He glanced back to her, and he felt terrible, like he was forcing her to do something despicable.
"You really don't have to," he assured her, and his voice cracked a little from the strain in his chest and groin.
"No, I … I want to try it." She walked up and pressed her body against him. Despite his timidity, he was still rock hard. "Are you sure you want it?"
"I want much more," he confessed with passion in his eyes, "but I don't have the nerve to do that much. Even this … I've never done this, so … so I'm worried what you'll think."
"Let me judge that," she said, realizing she needed to be the one to take control. "You just stand here."
She sat on the soft chair while he stood directly in front of her. He watched her as she caressed his tented pants. Already, his breathing was getting faster. Her touches made him shudder, and he felt as if he could shoot off already, fully clothed.
Then Lucy tugged on the hem of his pants. "Take it off," she ordered, trying to sound dominating for his sake.
He gulped hard and obeyed. He loosened his belt, undid the zipper, and let the pants fall to his ankles. He began to push down his boxers, but Lucy softly batted his hands away.
"Let me," she said.
Lucy took the edge of the elastic band and slipped it down little by little. She could already see the size of the stiff pole straining to be freed.
She bit her lip as she thought about what he had asked. How much courage did he dig up in order to request something like that? Lucy felt she could never ask for something similar. He was brave and bold, even if he was timid. She admired that about him and wanted to praise him. That was the best way to help him overcome his bashfulness. Make him take chances, then reward him.
And boy, did she want to reward him!
She carefully pulled the elastic over the stiff head, being careful not to let it rub against the erection just in case that sort of thing hurt. Finally, the boxers dropped, and she stared awestruck at the present before her. She had seen Gray naked lots of times. She realized, she had also seen Edo-Natsu naked once before, when he hit his head in the bathtub. However, this … this was different. It was up, engorged, long and curving toward his belly button. She squeezed her thighs as she thought: Damn, how can something like that fit inside a woman?
"Princess?"
He looked down with happiness and worry. He could hardly believe she agreed to do something this intimate, yet he wondered if it was going too fast. He had never had a serious relationship, just minor flings while in his car. He had no idea how fast or slow relationships were supposed to go. He hated to admit that his only role models were Gildarts Nash's romance novels, the risqué relationship between Levy and Gajeel back home, Edo-Wendy's habit of ensnaring men, and Lucy Ashley's sadistic tendencies, fucking people she barely knew. Edolas' Fairy Tail was hardly the best source of information on how to proceed in a relationship. He just knew he wanted more and more of Lucy Heartfilia, and his body kept warning him not to waste time.
If she was willing, he was definitely ready.
Lucy leaned forward to the intimidating shaft, inspecting it with a bit of clinical curiosity. Its shape, the wrinkles in the skin, the tuft of pink hair below, everything was fascinating. Slowly, it was not just looking that she wanted. Like a child at a zoo, she wanted to not only see the wild animals, but to touch them, even if she knew it was dangerous.
She saw a little liquid on top and used her thumb to wipe it off, smearing around the flared head. It was so soft here and felt so strange. She saw what she guessed was foreskin, and she pouted in confusion.
"What do I do with this?" she asked, pointing to the skin still trying to hood him.
"You … um … you just push it back … I guess," he stuttered breathlessly.
Her fingers were delicate, fearing to hurt him, as she rubbed down the shaft, pushing the foreskin back. He lost all breath in his lungs, and she glanced up to see his face going a darker shade of crimson. Emboldened, her hand stroked down, then back up, feeling the rigidity and bulging veins. However, Edo-Natsu flinched a little.
"Wait, it … it's a little dry."
Lucy looked up, not sure what he meant. "What do you normally do?"
He paled a little at being asked something so intimate. "I … um … well … either some l-l-lotion or … or … um, I … I spit on my hand. But maybe … instead…"
His green eyes were solidly on her lips. Lucy figured out what he meant before he had the chance to stutter it out. She leaned forward again and licked, lathing over the whole length. It had a unique taste, different from the rest of his body, and a strong, musky smell that heated her body up like a fire fueled on liquid hormones. She grasped him again and stroked slowly, letting the moisture help her fingers to glide.
"Shit!" hissed Edo-Natsu.
Lucy looked up at him in worry. "Bad?"
"No! No, it's good. Really … damn … good."
That made her smile. He was cute, blushing so much, and his face looked erotic as he gasped at the gentleness of her hands. Then Lucy remembered how he had shuddered when she sucked on his tongue. Something like that was what she truly wanted to try! It was why she agreed to this. She could have agreed only to touch him, to rub him off with her hands, yet she had licked her lips when silently replying.
She wanted to suck him … hard!
Cana had drunkenly told her lots of information on how to do blowjobs, but Lucy never imagined she would actually do one. She hated to admit that she was scared she would do it all wrong, he would not enjoy it, or even worse, she might hurt him. Summoning some of her own hidden bravery, she stuck her tongue out and licked.
Edo-Natsu shivered at the moist heat and felt himself swell even more. Then Lucy licked around the head and lapped her tongue over the slit.
The moan from him excited her. The idea that she was making a man feel this way—her, Lucy Heartfilia, the girl people in the guild teased would never find a boyfriend—was deeply satisfying to her ego.
Boosted with confidence, she took just the head into her mouth and licked a circle around him. Something vaguely profane hissed between his teeth, but it was so distorted by his gritted teeth, she could not make out the words. Slowly, she took it in deeper. Cana had said something about gag reflexes and to go only as deep as was comfortable. Lucy tested that out now. Slowly, shielding her teeth with her lips, she took him in more and more. She was mildly surprised at the depths of her own mouth, and his trembling showed that he was also shocked.
Finally, she felt him hit the back of her throat. It triggered no gagging, luckily, but she did not think it could go further, not without sliding down her throat. Quite honestly, she felt that sort of trick was impossible with someone so thick in girth. She pulled back instead, keeping her lips firmly around him as she dragged her head back.
"Princess, that's … it's … damn!" He tensed up and yanked away from her, stumbling back a step.
Feeling him retreat so suddenly worried her. "Am I doing it wrong?" she cried out in dread. Oh God, did my teeth scrape him? Was I sucking too hard? Did I hurt him?
"No! It's good. God, it feels amazing! But … but I'm…"
He bit his lower lip, breathing too fast to speak. He suddenly leaned over and kissed her. Standing over her, with Lucy sitting on the chair and looking up at him, he felt like he was over her, controlling her, and it was a feeling he was not at all used to.
"It's a little too good," he confessed in a husky whisper, "and I'm … I'm afraid to…" He broke off again, wishing he knew how to say these sorts of things in a way that was not the floral prose of Gildarts Nash's smutty novels, and not the profanity of Lucy Ashley.
Lucy said it instead. "You're almost there, right?"
He worried that it was so soon, but he nodded. "Do you want to … to … see it through to the end?"
She realized what he meant, and with her heart pounding in her throat, she nodded.
He leaned over, held her face to turn it up, and kissed her firmly. Resting his forehead against hers, with his pink hair blending with her blonde strands, he breathed hotly, "Thank you. I can't even begin to tell you how happy this makes me feel."
"Then show me." She grasped him again and pumped his full length, now wet from her mouth. "Show me how much I can pleasure you." She leaned in and gave him a long lick from base to head. He shuddered, and Lucy glanced up with a sly smirk. "Reward me," she demanded.
Edo-Natsu looked at her in amazement. She was part goddess, part succubus, and completely dominating his emotions. He loved it!
Lucy had to twist her neck awkwardly to reach him fully. The angle made it challenging, and she had to hold his cock to keep him at the right angle to really suck on him. Although she loved the feel of him standing over her, looking down, and watching her, she realized this would cramp her neck. Plus she saw his knees trembling. She raised her head, popped the cock out of her mouth, and gazed up at him.
"Would this be easier with you lying down?"
He was completely red and panting, but he nodded, realizing that his legs were quickly getting weak. She moved over to the bed and patted for him to lie down. He stared at the hallowed pink comforter, then at her, as if asking if a lowly dog like him who had been sleeping at her feet this whole time was really allowed up on the Master's bed. With another muted pat to the blankets, he stepped over, aware that he was wearing only his shirt, no pants, no boxers.
"Take that off too," Lucy ordered.
He froze, and his breath hitched slightly. Slowly, he pulled the shirt over his head.
Lucy looked him up and down with approval. Lean more than muscular, and he had a ragged scar on his waist that was almost identical to the scar on Natsu's neck. He looked hot shirtless, but fully naked like this … she would need to check her thesaurus for a word that was hotter than hot.
He laid down on the bed, staring at her with huge, wondering eyes. She smiled down at him, leaned over, and kissed him. He flinched a little, tasting something he knew must be his own pre-cum. She was putting up with a taste like that, all for him! Then, on an impulse, Lucy climbed up on top of him.
"Princess!" he squawked, startled by the move.
Lucy's body tingled, her panties were uncomfortably drenched, and she desperately needed something to touch her. She rubbed her panties over his cock, just enough to tease him and to rub out the yearning she felt. He gulped hard as he looked up at her undulating body. His hands twitched, wanting to grab her and pull her down hard onto him, but he was too scared to do anything she would not want. Lucy saw the anguish in his face, so she climbed down and just sat on the edge of the bed.
"You deserve a reward for getting that car to work," she said in a sultry tone. Then Lucy leaned over and took as much cock into her mouth as she could. This angle worked much better, and she could fit almost the whole thing inside her mouth. What did not fit, she used her hand.
Edo-Natsu stiffened and gritted his teeth. Despite himself, he held the back of her head and thrust more into her mouth.
When he asked for this, he had no idea it would feel this good. He just thought it was rude to masturbate in her bathroom, and after attacking her in the kitchen, he worried that he might have left her aroused too. Now she was actually doing it, and he realized … he had no clue what to do back to her. He really wished they were in the car, where he could feel in charge and confident. As it was, he was worried about doing anything wrong, and he felt bad that Lucy had to take charge. He wanted to make up for it.
"Should I … um … t-touch you somewhere?" he asked nervously.
Lucy did not removed her lips from him. She blindly reached back to his hands, grabbed both, and thrust one of them to her breasts, while she placed the other between her legs, pressing his fingers against the moist spot on the panties. Edo-Natsu gulped hard as he felt her softness again and smelled the musky aroma of her arousal. With one hand, he pinched and teased the nipple, while with the other hand he rubbed against her panties. Then he felt a little nub, rubbed that part, and Lucy moaned loudly around his cock.
"Oh damn!" he groaned. "That's … oh Lucy…"
Touching her, feeling her suck on him, making her squirm while he wanted to thrust into her mouth: the whole experience put Edo-Natsu into a zen-like trance. His mind blanked out. Sensations, emotions, lust, desire, sensuality—only those sorts of things existed now. And they overwhelmed him!
"Princess?"
She hummed a question.
He was about to tell her to stop, to assure her that she did not have to do this, that maybe it was too much too soon, but her hum, added with a voracious suck up the entire length, proved to be too much.
"P-Princess!" he shouted. "I'm gonna … gonna…" He wondered what to call it. Lucy Ashley called it cumming, which sounded crude. The teetotaling Cana called it ejaculation, which sounded too technical. Gray Surge called it peaking, a good euphemism but could be confusing. Before he could figure out what to call it, he felt Lucy sucking harder, felt himself hitting the back of her throat again and again, and suddenly everything burst in blinding whiteness.
"Lucy!" he shouted, her name drawing out in a squeal on his lips.
Lucy's eyes widened as a warm liquid filled her mouth. She knew what to expect, but the taste was a lot worse than she had anticipated. Cana's claim that men tasted as sweet as Valentine's candy was a load of lies! It was bitter with a strong saltiness, and as she tried to swallow it down, she nearly choked at how thick the fluid was.
She suddenly felt his hand land on her head, trying to hold her still. She paused, still feeling jolts through the shaft, twitches that shuddered against her tongue, and his breathing came heavy yet unsteady. Finally, she pulled away and looked down. Already, the penis had begun to shrink and flopped to the side, spent and satisfied. Again she tried to swallow only to choke on the thick fluid in her mouth.
"Spit it out," he encouraged. He grabbed a nearby washcloth that he was going to use for showering and handed it to her. "It's enough. Spit it out."
She did, then looked down at the white fluid in virginal awe. It was the first time Lucy had ever actually seen semen. It looked so … normal. Just thick and milky.
"Are you okay?" he asked in worry.
Lucy nodded, then coughed up a little bit more, spitting out some extra fluid. She folded up the washcloth and wiped her mouth. "Are you?"
"Definitely," he sighed, smiling gratefully at her. He reached forward and caressed her cheek. "I love you so much," he whispered ardently. "I want to do something for you, but … um … but I don't really know … um … that is … well, I'm not sure what … what … um … what women like," he stuttered. "I mean, besides kissing and boobies and stuff. Beyond that, I … I'm really not experienced at all. Should I … t-touch you more?"
"No, I'm … I'm not really sure if I'm ready for that."
"That's fine!" he said loudly with strained words, then he coughed out a hitch in his throat and softened his voice. "It's fine. Whatever you want. I mean, I can … I can touch you if you want … or more," he bravely offered, thinking about how it might be to lick her down there. "But! But … but if you're not ready, then … then it's f-fine. I d-don't want to do more than … than what you want."
"Sleep with me tonight," she requested. His face instantly paled, and his eyes went massive. "I mean here, in my bed, cuddling … not naked. I'd really like to fall asleep with you holding me."
"Oh!" He laughed out his nervousness. "Yeah, I … I can do that much."
"Dinner first?"
"Oh! Y-yeah. Sorry if it's cold. Sorta got distracted. Um … I'll go … um … wash up and … and then we can … um … eat dinner. Sorry."
"It's okay," she assured, running her fingers through his hair. "I enjoyed it."
His eyes widened, and a smile struggled to his lips. "Really?" he asked hopefully.
She blushed and nodded bashfully. "I'll warm up the food."
Edo-Natsu suddenly felt a surge of warmth and happiness that seared through the nervousness. He leaned forward, grabbed Lucy's head, and crashed his lips against her. His tongue thrust in, and he could taste even more of his bitterness on her. She had put up with such a bad taste, all to please him. He really wished he could express his happiness, but words failed him.
"Natsu … Dragion." The surname sounded forced out.
He smiled sadly. "Still weird to say it?"
"A little," she admitted. "I don't want to think about him … just you."
"Then don't force yourself. Just say my name once in a while, when it doesn't feel awkward. I'll do the same … Princess Lucy."
She blushed and looked aside. "That's even more embarrassing than just Princess."
A tiny, mischievous smirk shined rebelliously on his face. "Then maybe I'll use it more often."
Before she could respond, he clambered off the bed. That was more than enough bravery for one night! He picked up his clothes and rushed to the bathroom.
Lucy took a moment to cool off. She tossed the dirty washcloth away and went to her dresser to change panties. They were darkened with moisture and smelled strongly feminine. She had been tempted to let him touch her more, but she still felt bashful about showing her orgasm to another person. She was glad he had not tried to force her.
She used her old underwear to wipe up the juiciness, put on a fresh pair, and went to the kitchen. She scrubbed her hands, washed out her mouth, and swished with some wine to get out the taste. Once she was cleaned, she touched her lips.
"Did I really just give a … a … a blowjob?" She shuddered as reality belatedly sank in.
She could hardly believe Edo-Natsu had asked that of her, and she was even more surprised that she agreed. It was way too fast, yet she felt like they had no time to waste on being timid and innocent when what they both wanted was so much more. Still, if the people in the guild knew they were this intimate, they would scold her harshly, reminding her that he had to go home some day.
Maybe that was why she had agreed. Maybe the fear of losing him made Lucy want to do as much as she could now before he changed his mind and went back to Edolas.
In the bathroom, Edo-Natsu was in the midst of a full-blown panic attack.
"Shit, shit, shit!" he repeated, curled up on the floor naked, hugging his knees to his chest in a fetal position, shivering as reality swept away any shreds of confidence. "How could I have asked that? I'm an asshole! A total asshole! It's way too soon. But … but she said yes. Why did she say yes? Oh no, maybe she felt forced to say yes. Yes, that's it. Forced! I … I forced her. Oh shit!" Tears ran down his face. "I just wanna curl up and die," he sobbed.
He was hyperventilating now, and he felt like passing out. He knew he needed to calm himself before Lucy got worried. At the very least, he had to clean up and get his pants back on. However, the shivering would not stop.
"I can't believe she … she really … dammit!" A powerful shudder trembled through his whole body. "How can I even look at her after that? Her friends will despise me for dirtying her. That Knightwalker lookalike will skewer me. Gray Fullbuster … we were just starting to be friends, but I know he thinks Princess is cute. He's gonna hate me. God!"
Fresh, hot tears streamed down his face and onto the cold bathroom tile.
"But … but she agreed. She insisted. She … she took control. And she wants to … to … to s-sleep together. In her bed!"
He shuddered again, but the fear was slowly ebbing away.
"She … she wants … to sleep with me. Me with her. In … in her bed." Slowly, a warm flush replaced the shivers. "She wants … to sleep … together. Princess Lucy and me." He laughed a little, thinking he was the luckiest man in Earthland and Edolas. "She likes me. She … she likes me enough to … to do that, and to … to try to swallow it … and … and to … to want to s-sleep … t-together."
He slowly raised to his unstable feet and looked into the mirror over the sink. An astonished face looked back as the truth finally dawned on him.
"She really loves me. Lucy Heartfilia … loves me." Panic suddenly returned. "Oh my God! A girl loves me!" He shook his head roughly. "Keep it together, Natsu. You knew that already. You've know that for a while now. Still … she loves me this much. She loves me enough to … to do that … to want me to hold her through the night … in her bed."
As he looked into the mirror, it was like the reflection became someone else. Narrow eyes glinted back at him.
"I wanna fuck her in the backseat of the car."
He shook his head. "No! No way, that … that's too much. That's way too much."
"She might like it. She agreed to the blowjob."
"That's … no! It's different."
"The cock just goes in another hole, that's all."
He bit on his finger, fretting over those hidden desires, feelings that always remained hidden, yet emerged with the freedom of transportation. They were very close to the surface now.
"I … I want to," he breathed in confession. "But only if she wants to. I … I need to b-behave myself. Too much too soon, and she'll only hate me. Speed limit, Natsu, speed limit! I need … control. Keep control, even in the car. Oh damn, I c-can never keep control while on transportation. Especially with her … I don't think I can … can control myself. I … I don't know … if I'd want … to hold back."
He looked back up into the mirror, a fretful coward with nervous eyes, yet slowly that face changed. A sly smirk crept up.
"I don't want to hold back. Not with her."
There was a knock on the door. "Fireball? Are you … um … okay?"
"Fine!" he screamed, and his voice cracked as the devious side was instantly banished. He wet a washcloth and quickly wiped up between his thighs. "I'm just … um … thinking and … I'm … I'm almost done. I'm sorry."
"Food is on the table."
"I'm … I'm almost done. I'm not doing anything weird." He cringed as soon as he said it. That sounded way more suspicious.
Edo-Natsu yanked his pants up, shrugged on his shirt, and stepped out. Lucy was at the table. She had arranged it nicely, with a candle burning, some flowers in a vase, and a bottle of wine already opened. He blinked in astonishment at the set up.
"Congratulations," she beamed.
"On what?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"On the car, of course."
"Car?" It took his mind a moment to forget about the intimacy of a few minutes ago. "Oh! Right! The car. Yeah, it … it works. Really well, actually."
He sat down, and as they ate the pasta dinner, he told her about his brief drive. He had actually not driven very far. He stopped at a store to pick up some supplies that he would need in the car, just in case anything happened. Then they washed the dishes and got ready for bed.
They dressed in separate rooms, but Lucy wondered if he would come willingly to her. She also wondered if asking him to sleep next to her was too much. The blowjob had been more of a spur-of-the-moment thing, but changing their sleeping arrangements could potentially change everything about their relationship. He had to live with her, and she might get tempted to invite him to bed more often. If that happened, definitely she would also eventually be tempted to do things while in bed.
She made up her mind. If he came to her, she would accept him, but if he set up his temporary bed, she would accept that as his answer to what level of separation they should keep in their relationship.
When she heard the bathroom door squeak open, she looked over with a hitch to her breath. Edo-Natsu peeked around the edge of the door into the main room.
"Princess?" he asked quietly.
"Come here," she breathed nervously.
He walked in wearing only boxers. She realized she had also chosen to dress in a slim, almost transparent gown that barely reached her upper thighs. He gulped as he looked at her gown, but he still walked forward.
Lucy went to the bed and laid down on her side. "Turn off the light."
He obeyed, and the room went black. Still, he could see the bed amidst the moonlight. Slowly, like a rabbit approaching a wolf, Edo-Natsu went to the bed, turned down the blankets, and slipped into the sheets. Then he laid there stiffly, staring at her back, his throat dry from breathing so fast. He was about to ask what he should do, but Lucy scooted back into him, spooning into his body. She reached back, found his hand, and pulled it around her.
"Hold me until I fall asleep," she said quietly.
A plaintive smile melted over his face as he felt her body heat. His head rested near her hair, and he could smell her shampoo. His nose rubbed into her strands, nuzzling her, then dropped down to her neck. Hardly realizing it, he kissed the back of her shoulder.
Lucy knew she was blushing, so she did not dare turn around. Her fingers laced into his, and she squeezed his hand, hoping he would still be next to her when she woke up.
"Goodnight, Princess," he whispered.
She sighed happily and felt safe in his arms. "Sweet dreams, Fireball." She scooted a little closer against him, let out a contented sigh, and let herself drift away with happy emotions.
End of Chapter 17
A/N: For the scene with Edo-Natsu asking Lucy for the "favor," I acted out that scene while recording myself, ad-libbing to hear how he'd stutter, and what sort of replies Lucy would give. It was weird to listen to the recording and hear my voice change between Fireball and Lucy.
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