âPeople who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?âÂ
â Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea.
Of course, Natsu is the only one who is stupid enough to pull a one-night stand with his fiancĂ©e, who he doesnât know is his fiancĂ©e.
Hot, heavy, opened mouthed kisses.
Her scent intoxicated him, vanilla flooding his nostrils.
She placed light butterfly kisses along his jawline as she straddled his waist.
One night stands werenât his forte.
However-"Gah!â He groaned tossing his head back, when the vixen of a woman decided to ground her hips onto his.
âOh,â she sang sexily, âI like that sound.â
Her small hands unbuttoning his white dress shirt. Sliding her delicate hands under the fabric to appreciate the fine, hard lines his body had. âMm, so you donât just have a pretty face.â She whispered hotly in his ear. âI like.â Her nails scratched down his abs, making him hiss in pleasure.
This woman was driving him insane, her breath lingering with wine and mint. Her kisses tempting him to just go and take control.
She pulled away, chocolate orbs staring into his bottomless green ones. Gods, she was beautiful. Her long blonde hair, that was in a classy bun not too long away, cascaded down her shoulders messily.
That sinfully short, black dressed teased him as it bunched around her thighs showing off her creamy long legs. The blonde noticed something, pressing a chaste kiss on his thin lips. âWhatcha thinking about?â She whispered.
He caught her lower lip, nibbling on it gently. âYou.â He replied quickly.
She raised a perfect brow, adjusting herself to lie on his stomach. Face close, and plump, red lips mere millimeters away from his. âGood.â she moaned, kissing his nose, âI was thinking about you too.â
The temptress buried her face in the crook of his neck, sucking, kissing and biting. Gods, she was a vixen. It was like she knew what he liked.
âOh?â He breathed heavily, âWhat about me?â
Kissing up to his ear, she nibbled on it gently, âJust you-â she paused, pulling away. The man groaned from the lost of her lips. But seeing her straddling his hips, hair in a mess, and that sexy smirk tugging on her lips. ââŠAnd your pink hair.â
âItâs salmon, dammit-â she cut him off kissing him fully. Her kisses were full of passion, and very hot. Her tongue wiped at the sea of his lips, begging for entrance which he allowed. Her hands that were fisting his open shirt were now tangled in his messy locks.
The pink-haired man pulled away, which wasnât very far, to stare at the beautiful girl above him. âYou never told me your name.â he stated.
She nipped at his lower lip, emitting a low growl from the man under her. âDoes that even matter?â
âOf course it matters,â he grunted nipping right back, âI need to know the name of the girl who is driving me insane.â
She smiled sexily, leaning closer to his ear. âThe nameâs Lucy.â she breathed hotly.
His jeans were painfully tight.
She grinned widely, rubbing herself on the tent of his pants. âNa-gah! Ah!â
âNa-gah?â she repeated playfully.
âNa-â he took a deep breath, hands gripping her wide hips. âNatsu.â
Lucyâs hands trailed down from his neck and to the top of his pants, fiddling with the belt. âNatsu?â Lucy said trying out his name, having it roll on her tongue.
Natsu now believed hearing her say his name was the sexist sound ever.
âTell me, Natsu. Have you done something like this before?â Her words laced with everything but innocence.
The blonde pressed herself harder against him. Gods, she was going to kill him.
Natsuâs hands trailed down to the flesh of her ass and squeezed. That gave him the most delicious sound ever, a breathy moan. He rubbed himself against her.
âYou-ah! Never answered the question..â She cried out, hands cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him.
She sucked on his tongue, groaning, and savoring the moan he let out. Thick, hot air surrounding them to the point where they couldnât breathe.
âYouâre pretty sexy.â He whispered.
âAnd you still havenât answered my question.â She pointed out.
A boyish grin took over his face, âSex with a stranger? No.â
âSo Iâm your first.â she teased, before lowering herself, chest to chest. âGood.â
And all the fire that he stored in his body was soon released. No longer was she on top of him.
Instead, he was pinning her down onto the hotelâs mattress.
Hands, running up and down her creamy legs.
âSurrender to me, Luce.â
Natsu groaned loudly; however the music had drowned out his voice.
Why was he even at this party? Oh yes, thatâs right. His boss made him.
Or should he say his father?
The young adult dressed nicely for the occasion, black slack and a button-down red dress shirt. Oh, he was highly attractive. All the women there made sure he knew that.
Yes the women were pretty, but they were nothing compared to the beautiful blonde.
Once again Natsu groaned, running his hand through his rose-colored locks in frustration.
Itâs been weeks. He had left her his number, and she even promised to call. But no. Itâs been fucking weeks, and he hasnât heard anything from her.
As he turned to leave, a large hand slapped the man hard on the back almost knocking him over.
Natsu growled, âGrr! What the hell was that, old man?â
Igneel barked out laughing, âCheer up boy, you look pathetic.â The older gentleman then thrust a cup in his sonâs hand. âDrink!â
As much as Natsu wanted to argue, he did look pretty pathetic. Without hesitation, he downed the liquid not minding the burning sensation in left in his throat.
âAtta boy!â Igneel grinned, flashing his sharp teeth. âYou have to look somewhat loose and decent. The Heartfilia family is here.â The man whispered the last part.
Great, the most stuck-up family in the world. Fairytail has heard stories about the Heartfilias. That the owner was cruel and cared about no one except for making money. However, he did marry and had a child. Fairytail knew that his wife died years later, but no one knew about his child.
Not until, about five years ago.
Some expected his child to be a stuck up, heartless snob, and Natsu couldnât help but believe those rumors.
So when the idea of an arranged marriage was proposed, Natsu immediately tried to shoot that offer down.
But Igneel talked to the man of the Heartfilia household and the idea was taken.
Tonight was the night Natsu would finally meet his stuck up snob of a fiancée.
âIgneel!â A deep voice bellowed to grab the red-headâs attention. Both Dragneels turned to the voice, only to stare into heartless brown eyes. So much for having the word heart in his last name.
Igneel, however smiled, âAh, Jude. Wonderful to have you join this gathering.â If gathering meant a party with all the biggest companies, then yes, a gathering.
After some awkward silence, Igneel introduced his son. âThis is Natsu, future heir of the Fairytail and Dragneel Industries.â
Natsu smiled forcefully, it was more like he was barring his teeth.
âCharming.â Jude mocked emotionlessly.
Natsu opened his mouth to say something, but his fatherâs hand rested on his shoulder.
âI apologize for my daughterâs lateness. She seems to be around here somewhere.â
As if she had a cue, a beautiful blonde strolled right next to the older man. Bowing slightly, âI am sorry for being so late. I got caught up in a conversation with the owner of Sabertooth.
Jude frowned. "Being late is no excuse.â
âYes father.â She replied, it was like she had said it a million times before.
The blonde looked up, and her doe brown eyes locked onto bottomless green. Eyes wide, and mouth forming a small o-shape.
Natsuâs eyes were wide as saucers. He couldnât believe it.
The girl in front of him was the girl from that night.
âNatsu Dragneel. This is your fiancĂ©e.â
Note 1:Â I-I donât know how I wrote this considering I am the complete virgin of all my friends. The only time I have kissed or held hands with someone was in truth or dare in 8th grade.
This is just something new considering I have yet to update For Keeps.
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