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Lucy couldn’t focus on her book anymore. The words danced off the pages and jumbled together, meaningless black marks on faded yellow backgrounds that taunted with the story she was desperately trying to read.
She knew the story on the pages! And quite well at that! Murder, mystery, some spatterings of political unrest beneath the weighty plot that stole away hours of sleep when first she read it. It was one of the few books that satiated her literary hunger, if only for a few hours after snapping the cover finally shut.
And now she couldn’t even find the strength to make it past what, chapter 3? There was something messed up there.
With a sigh she drew the book to a close and shoved it on the night stand, rolling to her side atop the silky sheets. A pout pulled at her lips as Lucy buried her face in the pillow, a muffled groan leaving her as she peered across through narrowed eyes at the object-or rather person fresh from shower and languidly stretched out- distracting her from her novel with annoyance and maybe a tinge of something else.
Might as well keep her eyes on him, since that’s where her mind’s been wandering to.
He wasn’t even doing anything out of the ordinary, that Natsu, just propped up on the pile of pillows and slowly working his way through a matchbox. Striking each match then eyed it closely, waiting for the little flame to reach its highest before devouring it in a single bite.
She always chastised him for it. Eating chips in bed is one thing but when a match drops and catches the entire bed in flames under 5 seconds, well then obviously he’s got another thing coming. Though she didn’t feel like complaining, no words of protest rose from her as he struck another, sparking to life instantly and bringing it close to his lips like the rest.
Her eyes stayed on him, transfixed with good reason, watching the shadows dance over slightly parted lips, tongue darting out to wet them. It was a quick swipe but Lucy savoured it, how it started from the corner and dragged across the bottom gliding over the roughened skin with ease.
They were always rough- dry and cracked from the heat that constantly spewed from his mouth. But couldn’t that be said for all of him? Rough in body and sometimes words yet she couldn’t help but love every bit of him. It was him charm after all.
She continued to watch when his eyes closed, lips closing around the thin stick almost completely blackened, save for the uncharred bit held between his fingertips. Lucy swallowed thickly, hearing the soft pops and sizzles as it outed on his tongue.
Oblivious to her stares, Natsu twirled the stick around and she watched the little stick move around on his accord, thin tendrils of smoke leaking from the seams of his lip.
A happy little sound gurgled up from his throat as he was done savoring, biting down on the burnt stick and swallowing the splintered pieces as though they were a common treat. His adam’s apple bobbed, Natsu’s lips parted once more releasing a satisfied puff of white smoke.
Ok, maybe it’s time Lucy admitted to herself that she has an oral fixation.
And hell if she wasn’t gonna act on it now.
Unable to watch any longer Lucy’s hand reached out, fingers wrapping round his wrist, stopping the next lit match only mid way from his mouth. She pulled him, gently bringing him down next to her. Confusion marred his features as his nose brushed hers but he said nothing, not about how she looked at him- half-lidded and through her lashes- or how she blew a gentle breath that skimmed his cheeks and doused the flame in a single go.
The smoke curled in the air, reaching up weak fingers to brush their faces. On instinct Natsu took a breath, the familiar scent intoxicating all the more so with Lucy so close.
She shifted further into him, throwing a leg over his waist to tug him to her. Still he said nothing despite the confusion bleeding away and the corners of his lips pulling in a soft yet knowing grin.
In an instant she was on him, hungry and forceful as she slipped past his lips. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his searing heat and tasted the smokiness on him. It made her head spin.
Natsu tugged at her lower lip and groaned, the doused match stick dropping on the bed between them forgotten. Lucy pinned his hand to the bed and rolled him over, deepening the kiss and demanding more as her weight kept him down, straddled beneath her.
With a triumphant nip to his lip Lucy broke the kiss, shifting atop him and enjoying the weak whine she pulled from him.
Natsu’s eyes were hooded and intense as he gazed up at her, almost devilish with the smirk creeping up on his reddened lips. “What was that for?” He swiped his tongue over his lips, deliberate this time as he watched Lucy’s eyes follow the motion intently.
“Nothing really.”