#and frankly bud I do not like my body and it does look or behave the way it should

[shithitsmynipples]

not to be that guy cause I want other people to be happy and comfortable but I would never in a million years choose to be trans if the options were on the table like that so idk bro lets not assign any way of feeling about your body as the “correct” narrative

[petri808]

Change of Ascendancy

Nalu Love Fest Bonus day 10/27/17 Piercing prompt 

My final entry for this week.  Thank you for reading my stories, it was a blast writing them!  Please enjoy  : )  To read this story or more of my works, find me on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/users/Petri808/works

The 24-year-old blonde sets up her guest room, getting ready for her Saturday night client.  This evening will be the man’s twelfth session, but who was counting?  She plops down on a chair and looks at the clock, 8:20pm, he’ll be there at 9 she smiles to herself.  After working in this industry for a couple of years now, this was the first time she’s looked forward to a particular client’s visits.  Sure, there had been a handful of bad seeds, men who tried to push things past the rules set in the club but nothing she or the bouncers couldn’t handle.  Most of the guests were just average patrons, if you will, looking for something different, a little more exciting than the typical partner was comfortable dishing out.  

But she was no typical girl.  Realizing in her teen years that while she didn’t always need to be in charge, the most satisfying bedroom games for her seemed to stem from controlling the situation, unfortunately, she also quickly learned that most guys prefer it the other way around.  So, her sex life ended up being few and far between.   That is until she came of age and learned about the world of the dominatrix, where she could get her kicks and even better, get paid to do it.  Well, not that she’d call herself a true dominatrix, she didn’t just dish out pain like they are commonly known for, no she’d use either physical or mental tricks and tools to drive these men wild.  Of course, the key to this endeavor was always maintaining self-control, and never getting personally attached.  

But this guy tonight, he started out as one of her typical clientele, probably had a high demand, intense or stressful job that required a lot of concentration or control, and to unwind from such an environment, sought out the very opposite world of being dominated.  And, three months ago, he had walked in for the first time, an obvious newcomer that she had to school in the do’s and don’ts of this avant-garde style.  The first thing being their safe words or nicknames, hers was always “Star” and he had chosen “Dragon”, she later learned he had a small fascination with the mythical beasts, primarily the fire breathing types.  If for any reason something was too uncomfortable they could simply call out the other person’s name and the action would cease.    

She had no idea what he really looked like because she required them to wear head masks to conceal their identity, but what she could discern was that he had a sweet personality, a very nice body, not to mention a ‘package’ any girl might kill for and the most gorgeous green eyes she’d ever seen.  He seemed close in age to her and always treated her with the utmost respect, never rude or demeaning, simply a very pleasant demeanor.  She couldn’t help looking forward to his now standing Saturday appointments.  In fact, lately she’s been skirting the rules of the club, absolutely no penetration but… while her job ordinarily doesn’t include any touching with their hands or other body parts, and mostly physical punishments with tools, with him she couldn’t seem to help herself…    

Natsu walks up to her door as he usually does, knocking first before entering.  She signals that it’s safe by buzzing him in from a second room where she waits.  He follows the now well-known routine of putting on the mask she has laid out for him and stripping down to his boxers before knocking on the second room’s door to let her know he was ready.  Lucy’s policy is the client can wear anything else they choose to bring with them, but the mask is mandatory; he just chooses to be in only his boxers since he’s too embarrassed to bring anything more, wild.  As she enters the room, she sees a huge grin on the man’s face just light up.  “Well hello…. Dragon…”          

By the time he left his apartment that night, he was practically giddy over getting to see her.  Saturday had become his secret pleasure and he spent most of the week simply rushing through it just to get there.  He didn’t know what it was about this woman that had struck his soul, but she just seemed to know exactly what would drive him utterly mad with passion.  So often he found himself dreaming that his once a week trysts could become a more permanent situation but alas, it was probably a fantasy held by many of her clients.  Who wouldn’t fall in love with a woman who could not only pander to your deepest desires but looked the part of a fashion model and still underneath the exterior facade you could sense the sweetness in her spirit; a total oxymoron of a doe eyed, sweet smiling, tongue pierced; if that’s all she’s marked with, whip wielding goddess.    

The sheer luck in finding her was thanks in part to a co-worker who recommended checking out the local Fairytail Club to help him unwind from their stressful job as firefighters.  His friend regularly visited a blue-haired woman that catered to his odd fascination with water and ice, that maybe developed because it was the very opposite element of what they deal with daily.  At first, he was hesitant, thinking that it was just an S&M club and he had no interest in being whipped and frankly assaulted; he dealt with enough pain from his day job.  So, he was thrilled to learn this club was different from the typical ‘sex’ clubs in that they focused on pandering to whatever the client required; within reason of course.  And this woman was adept at satisfying his desires without getting too rough.  

For the last three weeks, the sessions have taken a turn for the better, at least in his mind they have.  He knows that it might be hugging the line when it comes to not just the policies of the club, but even the original rules set forth by the woman of how much physical interaction was allowed.   The thing is, she was the one initiating these ‘changes’ and hell if he was going to stop her.  Last week he found out how soft her lips could be…

“Good evening Star…” his ear to ear grin giving away his excitement.  ‘Holy Fuck!’  Up till now, the woman’s outfits were black leather strapped or strapless bustier or corsets, tight mini-skirts with black fishnet stockings or leggings, sometimes studded or chained or otherwise adorned, with knee high stiletto boots; but always, always black in color.  Not tonight, no tonight she’s changed it up on him donning a scarlet red, strapless leather corset, a loose, black leather skirt that was so short, her firm little dairy-air peeked out from the bottom edge, and the end of her stunning stems, 5-inch high stiletto’s that really accentuated her calves.    

Lucy sashays up to the young man tapping her riding crop on her thigh and smiling.  His eyes following each swish of her hips with the hunger of a starving man, so much so, that he forgets himself and reaches out to grab them.  Poking his chest, “Tsk, Tsk…” she wiggles her finger and raps the back of one of his hands with the tool.  “You’re being naughty tonight and bad boys require punishment…  Now get on the bed and cuff one of your hands to it!”

“Y-yes ma’am…”  As soon as he turns to walk towards the bed, Lucy strikes his ass with the crop.  “Tss…” he winces slightly from the sting but continues to climb onto the bed and cuff his left hand.

“Oh, stop your simpering, I barely hit you.” she scolds while pushing him down onto his back.  After securing both ankles, she crawls over and straddles his hips, another new move on her part, while she leans forward to strap a collar and chain around his neck.  His breathing almost stops for a second when her ample breasts push down against his chest.  “But, I think I’ll be nice tonight and leave your right hand free… just in case.”  She pulls on the end of his leash, “Now what shall our game be today…”  

~~xx~~

The following Wednesday, Lucy readies herself in the mirror, last minute primping before her date arrives.  They had met online through a blog about her favorite anime about a month ago and tonight was their forth date.  It was a little uncanny how well they seemed to get along, it was almost as if they had been old friends that simply found each other again.  This firefighter was such a gentleman with her but very serious and well she wouldn’t call it controlling, just cautious.  She figured it had to do with his job, always having to be on alert and frankly she didn’t mind playing the damsel in distress sometimes.  

She hears the knock on her door and opens it.  “Hi Natsu.”

He holds out his hand to her, smiling.  “Hey Lucy, you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” she adjusts the strap of her purse and takes the offer.

“You look great tonight, Luce.” He beams at the gorgeous blonde on his arm, still in awe that he managed to land such a babe.

She bushes mildly as his twinkling green eyes pulls her into its spell, “You look very handsome yourself Natsu.”  

Dinner was a simple affair for the budding couple as they laugh and converse about their week, the anime that brought them together, or just anything that pops into their thoughts.  Afterwards they decide to get some drinks at a quiet little lounge, settling nicely into one of the intimately tucked, corner booths.  After a couple of hours and a few rounds of drinks in them, things are starting to grow steamier than either had expected.  Normally, Lucy waited until a couple of months to go any further than a good night kiss but there was just something about this guy that made the blonde wanna throw out the rule book and alcohol was making that decision much, much easier…

It didn’t take long before her dominating side revealed itself as she climbed half on his lap and his hand was riding high on her thigh in a full blown make out session.  As his digits travel further under her skirt she slaps his hand gently, “Behave Natsu, there’s plenty of time for that later…”  Her soft yet firm instructions evoke a spark of covetousness only his Saturday master has been able to pull out of him in recent months and he shudders at the idea that he’s found another perfect girl…

“Yes, Princess…”  he whispers back, cognizant of the fact they are in a public place.

She grins while trailing her lips along his jawline, “I like that.  Will you be good for your Princess and do as she asks?”

“Uh-huh…”

Lucy giggles at the idea she’s found the perfect guy for her.  “That’s good, and if you behave… this Princess will reward you…”  And to accentuate that notion she runs her hand against the developing bulge of his pants.  “Now,” she moves his hand back to her ass, “you may hold but nothing more until I tell you.  Nod if you understand.”  He does.  

Doing a quick scan around the room to note there is no one nearby, the blonde untucks his shirt from his slacks and runs her hands under them, feeling around at the rock-hard muscles that flex beneath her gliding fingers, she traces lines and follows towards the cut of his pecs.  Natsu’s eyes roll back as she leans in to capture his mouth with her own and moans quietly at the delicious flavors hitting his taste buds.  When she pinches his hardening nipples that groan deepens.  “Shh…” she scolds him and bites his lip.  

“S-sorry, Princess.”

“Do you want me to stop?  Is this too much for you out in the open like this?”

“No…” his voice breathy and full of lust.  “I’ll try to be quiet.”

“Good…” nibbling his ear lobe, “Cause I find this very arousing.  Do you like it when I’m more excited?”

“Oh, yeah…”

Reaching into his pants she takes ahold of his throbbing member.  He bites down hard on his lip, gritting his teeth and tilting his head back as she strokes it with a gentle and steady rhythm.  “Such a big boy Natsu…” purring like silk in his ear, her whispers only meant for his listening pleasure, “I can just imagine him spreading me wide,” she moans, “sliding in and out of my pussy dripping with our sweet nectars…  so deep in my cave…” his cock trembles in her hand, “…hitting harder… and harder…” he squeezes her ass as those images flood his brain too…  “and your hands…  I want them groping every inch of my body.  I wanna tremble in your arms from all the wonton decadence of your touch upon my skin…” feeling precum leaking over her fingers, she moans against his neck, “can you imagine it…  the pressure building until you finally release all that pent-up essence…”  Groaning, “Mmm…” she licks along the edge of his ear, “would you like that Natsu?”  

“Oh, Fuck yes!” his breathing is ragged.  “But please,” begging, “Princess… if you keep going, I’m gonna cum right here!”

Lucy stops stroking and removes her hand, “We wouldn’t want that yet.  Shall we continue at my apartment?”  

“Yes.  Please Princess.”

“Very well.” Stroking his cheek, “You’ve been a good boy and I think you deserve your reward.”

They walk the few blocks back to her apartment.  Along the way, Natsu is still in shock at what just happened.  She turned him into putty in such a short period of time!  “Lucy, c-could I ask you something?”

“Sure Natsu.”

“How did you do that?  I mean, how did you figure out my triggers so quickly?”

She shrugs her shoulder, “Maybe because I observe and learn people’s personalities to help me in my writing.”  Of course, she wasn’t gonna tell him the truth about her weekend job, the idea of a sex club worker might scare him away and with their relationship going so well there was no way she wanted to risk that.

“Hmm, well you’re definitely… really, really good at it.”  

Squeezing his hand, “Thanks, I appreciate that.  Not too many guys like, you know, letting the girl control things.”

Grinning, “I’d let you control me anytime…”

The second they reach the sanctity of her third-floor apartment, Lucy pins Natsu against the wall rubbing her thigh against his groin and caressing his cheek.  “Be a good boy for me and wait on the couch…” she nibbles his ear, “I’m gonna change in the bedroom to something more comfortable…”

“Mmmm…” he groans, “Anything for you Princess.”

She taps his cheek and sashays out the room leaving the man to wonder what was gonna happen next.  As he sits fidgeting on her couch he looks around the apartment noting that it looks like a typical female’s abode though more on the trendier side.  Black leather sofa and love seat with an oval shaped glass coffee table and flat screen tv hooked to what seems to be a karaoke machine.  The room was separated from an average sized kitchen by an island with three high backed bar chairs, and there appeared to be an adjacent dining area that had been converted into more of an office space.  On a glass, L shaped desk was a pink laptop, printer and a couple of books sitting on it.  Next to the desk was a bookshelf containing several volumes and what appeared to be reams of papers, maybe her manuscripts, he wonders.  

A distinct sound of an opening door causes him to turn around in his seat.  Standing in the dimly lit frame is what he can only describe as that woman you’ll see in the pinup mags but will never actually meet in person.  He gulps at the sight of the black lace of her negligee, all the curves of her buxom figure easily seen through the sheer material, including the fact there was nothing beneath it.  Perky nipples poke through the fabric taunting his mouth, he starts to drool, his eyes zero in on something shiny near her midsection and widen as it drifts lower at the smooth skin of her sex, devoid of any hair…  ‘Damn’  She looks so virginal yet he knows, you can’t judge this book by its cover.  But something else creeps in to his mind, this woman’s profile looks a lot like someone else he knows, it couldn’t be…  In this city of over 100,000 residents, what was the likelihood or luck of running into her on the outside?  

Dangling a pair of handcuffs, she beckons with her finger and he follows her commands like a love-sick puppy as she leads him deeper into the chamber and points at the bed.  “Strip and get on big boy.”  Once he removes all his clothing she takes them and piles it on a chair but grabbing his scarf to use in her games.  Prompting him all the way to the head board, she cuffs his wrists and attaches it to a short tether and swivel ring he hadn’t noticed earlier in the headboard above his head.  

Splayed out in all his glory, Lucy can’t help but fawn over the sight of such a picture-perfect male specimen, though somewhere in the back of her mind swears she’s seen this image before but she tucks the information away.  Knowing that he’s a firefighter means he must stay in peak physical condition but still, this guy obviously pays attention to his appearance.  Well-developed but not overly bulky anywhere, his toned and solid muscle structures are simply beautiful to look at.  She licks her lips, “Mmmm, Natsu, I must say you are just too fucking good looking…”  Climbing over the prone man, Lucy takes his own scarf and blindfolds him.  “Can you see anything?”

“Uhhh.” His voice strains and shudders as she grazes her lips over his ear.  “No, Princess.”  She pulls the negligee off and settles over his hard cock, his moan communicating volumes from the skin to skin contact; and this is just the beginning of her torture.  He bites down hard on his lip as he resists the urge to buck his hips, intuition tells him to stay still or this woman is gonna punish him for it.  

Resuming her handiwork, Lucy leans over, purposely pushing her breasts against his chest while she teases his ears and neck with oral treatments.  Soft velvety kisses intermingled with rougher, more firmly placed pressure; sucking or biting, with pulses of her wet muscle against his skin.  She licks at a scar on his neck, the texture of her tongue over the sensitive skin elicits more trembling moans out of the man.  “How’d you get this scar Natsu…” she breathes out the words between her kisses.

“Huh?”  a little dazed from her spell.  “I um, got it from a fight with my best friend…”

“Fighting with your best friend…”  still teasing around his scar, “Such a naughty man you are…  Over what?”

“Dumb reason…  To see who was stronger…”

“Oh…” she moves her lip caresses to his chest, “So who won?”

When her caresses turn to bites on his nipples he loses his train of thought for a second.  “Um… Fuck…” moaning, “…he did.”

She bites his nipple a little harder, “My big, strong fireman lost?  That deserves punishment…”

“But it, I was only 10…” he groans from her nips that have moved to other areas of his chest.

“I see…” she purrs and scrapes her nails along his sides and scoots lower over his legs.  “What about this one?”  pulsing her tongue over a scar on his abdomen.

“Saving a woman when she was being mugged.”

“Aww, now that deserves a reward…”

“Rew… oh fuck!” he cries out as something wet glides over his throbbing cock.  The little metal ball he senses running over his shaft is a new sensation he’s never experienced before.  He doesn’t quite understand what to make of the licentious piece of jewelry until it catches on some loose folds and creates a new twist of resistance and friction.  “Wow… that’s… different…”  Sinking her mouth over the large appendage, Natsu moans and can barely control his bodies reaction of twisting under her control.  He jerks at the cuffs holding him at bay, gritting his teeth with each palpitating stroke of her tongue.  “Luce…” Bucking his hips when she swirls around the head and massages the shaft with her lips.

The blonde stops her efforts and digs her nails into his thigh hard, “Remember, you said you’d be a good boy for me…”

He winces from the pain, “S-sorry Princess…”

“Sorry isn’t good enough…  You need to make it up to me.”

“H-how?”  Already images of being punished or whipped or something along those lines pop in his mind.  He feels her shifting on the bed, depressions in the mattress getting closer as if someone is crawling along its edge.  “Lucy?”  A deeper sinking on the left and right sides of his head.  “What are you…”  and then he smells it above him.

Kneeling over his face and using the headboard as grips, she balances her moist entrance right over his mouth, “Taste me…” she commands.  

“Yes, ma’am…” Natsu dives in with every inch of his tongue into her opening, consuming her folds and massaging her labia with his lips.  It’s frustrating not being able to see what he’d doing or use his hands but damn if her nectar wasn’t the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted before!  Lucy’s nails dig into the wood and toes curl as his fondling intensifies, lavishing her sex with the most amorous and sensual caresses any man has performed on her.  She tries desperately to stay in the roll of the dominant position, but that resolve is crumbling, and moans leach out of her uncontrollably.  Knowing the affect, he is having on her, he can’t help but grin as he goes in for the kill, sucking the bud of her rose.

Her legs tremble and knees buckle, “Damn it!” she cries out from the voracity and pressure he creates against her sex.  Unable to support her weight, she crashes against his face and his tongue slips inside her once more, flicking and plunging against her frenulum, “No!” she wants to stop him, but her body refuses to move an inch as the throes of an orgasm hit, spilling her juices all over his face.  Natsu continues his fornications, riding her wave for as long as she’ll allow, which surprising to him, was several minutes.  He had been sure that at some point Lucy would pull away to stay in control but that never happened.  The blonde finally flops over, still twitching from such an intense session, skin vibrating from the slightest touch.  When his arm grazes her side the muscles in her abdomen contract and tense up.  “Don’t touch me…” she utters.

“Sorry Princess.”  Still licking up what he can around his mouth and lips.  “Is that what you wanted?  I hope it was pleasing to you.”  She can hear the grin in his tone.

“It wasn’t exactly part of my plan…  that you’d be so fucking good at that.”  It was amazing, no doubt about it, but it also irritated her that she lost her way.  Now the blonde must figure out how to take back control… or should she?  Sure, it was her preference to have ascendancy in bed but maybe with him, and direction, as he was so willing to take from her, she could let him have some leeway…

Pulling the scarf from over his eyes, she sees the burning need staring back from them.  “Is everything okay, Princess?”

She reaches up and unlocks the cuffs, freeing his wrists.  “I’ve decided, your job isn’t over yet.” He looks at her cautiously.  “I want you to fuck me Natsu.  I want you to pleasure my body and make me quiver under your touch.”  Lying on her back with a pillow under her arched waist. “Now get on top of me!”

‘Is she for real?’  The surprised young man hesitates before positioning himself over her length.  “B-but I thought you’d be…”

“I am, now will you follow my instructions?  Or shall I go back to punishing you in other ways?”

“No.  I’ll do whatever you ask of me Princess.”

Lucy wraps her legs around his hips and squeezes, “Then get on with it big boy…”  Natsu pushes in slow and steady through her magnificently tight canal, moaning all the way until he is seated as far he can go.  She hums in delight at his girth already savoring the ride she’s about to be given.  

He leans in, hovering over breasts, lips sweeping over her nipples, “May I?”

“You may…” she purrs

“Mmmm…” Natsu can’t help but whimper at finally being able to suckle the mountainous peaks this woman possesses.  Droning vibrations against her soft pliant breasts keep her cooing, and the unhurried rocking of his hips timed perfectly soothe her aching core at least for now.  His hands begin to wander, brushing along her sides, even playing with the Leo zodiac symbol dangling from her taunt belly; he’s relishing in the slight groans they bring forth from the blonde.  With no idea how long, he’ll be allowed to play on his own terms, he simply focuses on giving her as much pleasure as he can because ultimately satisfying Lucy is what he yearns to do.  

Bringing one of her legs up, he rests it over his shoulder to open her up even more.  “You feel amazing Princess…” kissing a trail from her bosoms to her neck, sucking and caressing along the ridge of her collar bone, his teeth lightly scraping the bone making the blonde tremble.  He nibbles at her bottom lip asking for and receiving entry into another warm and moist orifice.  “Yummy…” he sighs in her mouth as his tongue dances with hers and she sucks on the textured appendage adding to the plethora of flavors for his buds tantalized amusement.  Her tongue ring is another matter.  Curious, he swirls his around the barbell noting the coolness of the metal even in the hot environment it lives in and jolts a bit when it clacks against his teeth the first time.

She chuckles at his explorations, as it is amusing but goads him into moving on by simply squeezing the inner muscles around his dick to break his attention.  While lacing her fingers through his hair and dragging her nails across his scalp, she runs her tongue over his canines, then bites at his top lip, pulling it between her teeth and letting it grate over the sensitive inner lining before releasing it.  Just that little move elicits a shudder from the man and provokes a response.  She wants to push him to go harder but without saying so, instead using moves that will produce the same results.  

Gripping her hip to hold it still, Natsu escalates his thrusts to a medium pace, sliding out along the entire length of the shaft then pushing back in until he can go no further, lifting just a tad at the end.  Her rumbling coos of contentment echo through his brain, firing off instructions at him to just take off at a sprint, but he wants to relish in this heated exchange not end it quickly.  The fire burning in his loins are already threatening his work enough.  But then again, it’s all about what her desires are…  “Ugh…  Princess…  May I… go harder?”

She pulls his face down and nibbles sharply on his bottom lip and rolls her hips into his next thrust; he got the response loud and clear; permission granted.  

Sitting back on his haunches and using that amazing upper body strength possessed by many a firefighter, Natsu lifts her by her torso and places her directly in his lap, impaling her core.  With his hands holding her rear securely.  Lucy is taken aback at the ease of this effortless move, at how he lifted her up like she weighed nothing at all!  Her eyes widen at the realization that she was about to lose any domination she once held over this man.  Should she call an end to this before he can go any further or should she just give in?  

Noticing the rattled expression in her face, “Did I take it too far Princess?  Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no, I was just surprised at how strong you are.”

He can’t help the grin rising to the surface from her compliment.  “We train to lift a 200lb man and still carry them down several flights of stairs; you are a pleasure to pick up compared to that.  Shall I continue…”

“MmmHmm…” she rumbles, biting her lip in anticipation and gripping to his shoulders for dear life.  Staring at the flexing musculature of his arms as he boosts her up, it is a powerful reminder of what’s to come as he spears her against his shaft repeating the motion over and over, slamming so deeply into her, she can feel the reverberations against her organs; she cries out with each jab to her core.  Her eyes slam shut, and nails dig deep into his flesh, threatening to draw blood at any moment as her shrieks increase in pitch and duration.  Never, has this blonde been ravaged in such a way to leave her utterly speechless, but not just wordless, no, aching.  She’d always been the one dishing out the pain, not receiving it.  Unable to bear the brunt any longer, Lucy cries out for mercy in the only way she’s conditioned to do it in.  “Dragon!”  But as soon as the word dies on her lips, panic sets in and her eyes glue shut.

In an instant, Natsu halts his actions and almost drops her.  “Did you just say Dragon?!”

Cringing at what just came out of her mouth.  ‘What if he thinks I was fantasizing about another guy?!  Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!’  She peeks with one eye, terrified that what she’ll see is anger, but to her surprise the look on the man’s, now pale face is shock.  She opens both eyes.  “Natsu, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that…”

“Star?”

Now it’s her turn to be stunned.  Stammering, “Are you….  Oh my God….  You are my Saturday client!  I-I, don’t know what to…”  She scrambles off his lap and huddles against the headboard.  “I’ll understand if you wanna leave now…”

“Lucy…”

Covering her face with her hands, the blonde is too embarrassed.  She really liked this guy and it was breaking her heart at the thought of him possibly leaving.  “I know it could be a little weird to date someone who works in that kind of field…  I mean it’s just a side hobby for me but still…”

“Luce,” he crawls over to her and pulls her hands away from her face as tears stream down her cheeks, but her lids stay sealed.  “Lucy…  Please look at me…” Softening his tone as he wipes the moisture away.  

She shakes her head, “I don’t wanna watch when you walk away.”

“But…I’m not going anywhere.”

Opening her eyes in disbelief, “You’re not?”

He cradles her face in his hands, “Why would you think I’d leave just because of that?”

“Because, what I do is not normal.”

His smile softens, “Well then it’s a good thing I had a crush on both you and Star, huh?”  Lifting her chin, “How lucky for me they turned out to be the same girl.”

Tears trickle down once more but this time from happiness and a sparkle returns to her eyes.  She’d heard so many stories from co-workers how often relationships ended the moment they found out where they worked and while clients developing crushes was nothing new, here was a guy who liked both the fantasy persona ‘Star’ and the real Lucy.  “Really?” her eyes search his expressions for any possibility his words were not truly genuine, “I-I could quit that place, it’s not like I need the money.”

“I’ll be honest, I’d prefer not to think about my girlfriend servicing other guys, even though I know the rules you follow;” exhale, “but if it makes you happy, Luce, I wouldn’t make you quit.”

The sincere admission and consternation of his tone pull at her heartstrings.  He really was turning into everything she had ever hoped to find some day.  She sits up straight and puts her arms around his neck, “But if I have you now, I won’t need to get my fix from anywhere else.”

Grinning when he sees that spark he fell in love with returning, “Well, when you put it like that…” pulling Lucy gently down on her side, he leads her into a new make out session.  

“Natsu?”

“Yeah…” murmuring between the kisses.

“Could we go, slower for the rest of the night?”

He stops and smiles down at her, “Whatever your heart desires, my Princess…”