Love and Lucky

Summary: It's been two months since they started this best friends with benefits agreement and neither were ready or willing to step it up one more notch. After all, Lucy was too scared to admit her feelings, and Natsu… well Natsu was too dense to realize that this possessive, all-encompassing feeling he gets whenever he's around her is love [Modern A/U].

Zara's Note: Hello all! It's me again with a different story this time. Love and Lucky will essentially be a series of lemons, but with a plot connecting each one; so if smut isn't really your thing, I wouldn't suggest reading this. Also, please heed the rating label and read with your own discretion; if you're too young, stay away.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail. If I did, NaLu would be canon by now.

Chapter 1: Slow Cooking

Cooking was never Lucy's forte, but she loved doing it all the same.

Growing up in a mansion with maids and cooks and butlers doing everything for her, Lucy Hearfilia never had the opportunity to learn the culinary arts, especially with her mother dying so young. It was only when she had left the stifling confines of her ivory tower that she had been able to finally experience all the little quirks of a normal life.

She cut the carrots and potatoes into large quarters, and checked the beef cooking in the pot. She was cooking beef stew today, one of Natsu's favourites.

Natsu was Lucy's best friend. They had met six years ago in freshman year at Magnolia University. It was Welcome Week when Natsu had literally barreled straight into her life, and she was couldn't be more grateful for the moment when he collided with her on his skateboard, sending her cell phone flying out of her hands and into the fountain. Despite their rough first start, she honestly didn't know what she would do without him in her life.

Cutting open a chunk of beef with a steak knife to determine if the inside was cooked, she began adding the vegetables she had previously cut up.

University had been the most amazing, liberating experience for Lucy. Not only had she met so many different people, people who she would consider friends for the rest of her life, she had really found her place in the world, her passion. Since graduating a few years ago, Lucy had gotten a job for the Magnolia Times, one of the biggest newspaper names in all of Fiore. To say she was happy with her life was an understatement.

She stirred the pot slowly, allowing memories to wash over her.

Lucy had been working as a low level employee for the first year, doing such menial tasks as photocopying and mail delivery. However, she worked hard over the subsequent months, enough that the editor in chief had recognized her potential and offered her a position as a full time investigative reporter. It was the best feeling, knowing that she had accomplished so much without the name Heartfilia providing her footholds. She had made it all on her own.

The only way her life could get any better was if she got a boyfriend.

Adding some spices and cream to her beef mixture, she thought about her recent relationship status. It wasn't like she particularly wanted or needed a boyfriend. She had her friends after all, and they were a handful of drama enough to last her the rest of her life. Not to mention her best friend, who whined and pouted every time she couldn't hang out with him. She just thought it would be nice to have someone to spend all the happy times with.

Then again, if that's what she really wanted, she had Natsu already. He used to argue that with her, whenever she used to complain about not having a boyfriend, that he was already enough and that she didn't have a need for anyone else. In the beginning of their friendship, if he ever said things like that, she would blush. But over time, that feeling of giddy embarrassment wore away; that was just how he was, saying whatever he truly felt without realizing how it might sound. No, now Lucy was used to his childish possession over her, how he hoarded her like child hoarded his toys.

And Natsu was there for all the happy times. In fact, the night she was promoted was probably the happiest of them all and he was the first one she told. He had been so great that day, making it all about her. He gathered all their friends, calling them out to Fairy Tail, their favourite bar, ordering her drinks one by one and making sure everyone knew how proud of her he was. And that night, when he followed her back to her apartment as per usual (she had even given him his own key with how frequently he stayed over), something happened that would forever change their friendship.

They had sex.

It was hot and heady and drunken, and Lucy was so afraid, when she woke up that morning, that she had lost her best friend. But of course, as if something like sex would ever scare away the man who so carefully integrated himself into every facet of her life. It wasn't awkward at all; in fact, Natsu told her he actually quite liked it.

So they did it again. And again.

Yes, Natsu Dragneel was Lucy's best friend… with benefits.

Though their group of friends would always joke around by saying Lucy and Natsu were meant to be, that they bickered like an old married, that they were pretty much dating, they had no idea how close to the truth they really were. But they weren't dating, Lucy didn't want them to start dating. She was comfortable just having him as her best friend. And having sex with him, lots and lots of amazing sex with him. And it was their dirty, little secret.

At her feet, Happy the cat rubbed up against her calves before jetting off into another room. Happy wasn't technically her cat; he was really Natsu's but the man would spend most of his time at her apartment anyways, she offered to just let him keep him there.

She added corn starch to thicken the liquid in the pot.

Suddenly, she felt warm hands encircle her waist, arms just below her breasts, underneath her apron. She hadn't heard him come in, but she knew immediately whom it was.

"Smells good," Natsu murmured in her long golden hair, taking a good long whiff. He smelled of pine and fire; he must have been on the construction site of one of his building designs today. "You smell better."

Lucy smiled and basked in his warmth. Despite the new intimacy between them, the fact that Lucy felt the safest in Natsu's arm never changed. She laid her smaller hand on his tanned skin and hummed in response, acknowledging his presence.

"What are you cooking?" he asked, his low baritone voice turning husky, sending shockwaves over her breasts and heading straight down. She continued stirring her pot.

"Beef stew," Lucy replied, sighing as Natsu shifted his head lower to press sensual kisses along the side of her neck. Allowing the display of affection, she tiled her head to provide him with more access to her pale flesh and nearly melted in a puddle of goo.

"Sounds delicious," he hissed the word in her ear and Lucy swooned internally. Honestly, her best friend would be the death of her – or at least, the death of her house if he kept this up.

Elbowing him ever so gently in the ribs to get him to back up and allow her some breathing space to cool down, Lucy looked over her shoulder to chastise him. "Natsu, stop distracting me! If I don't pay attention to what I'm doing, we'll burn the house down."

Natsu's shit-eating grin was the only thing she could see before he swooped down to steal a playful kiss from her lips, teeth tugging at her bottom lip before he let go. Lucy was sure she could see stars and Natsu could probably tell, for he merely laughed. "Cook later, let's have some fun right now."

He pulled her even closer to his body, pressing his pelvis against her backside and Lucy let out a gasp when she felt something hard prod against her ass. As if on reflex, she pushed back on it, grinding against him before moving foreword and away. Behind her, Natsu growled and she smirked.

"I can't right now, Natsu. I'm hungry, and I'm sure you are too."

"But Luuuucy!" he whined, and she could practically hear his pout. Stifling a giggle, Lucy was glad to see that underneath all his sexiness, he was still her goofy, childish best friend.

"No buts," she said, trying to be stern. "Dinner first, then we'll do whatever you want later."

There was a pause behind her and Lucy couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he was probably scheming something. Try as she might, she was never able to convince him not to do something he wanted to do.

"Okay."

Lucy nearly dropped her ladle in shock and attempted to turn around to check if he was okay, or at least see his facial expression, but Natsu never released his hold on her. In fact, he probably tightened it. "That's it? Just an 'okay'?"

She could feel his shrug. "Well yeah, you're right, I am hungry."

Lucy didn't reply. She didn't want to admit it, but she was slightly disappointed. She was expecting more persuasion on his part, like he usually did. However, Lucy didn't voice her thoughts out loud. She still had a full pot of meat cooking on high on her stove.

And still, Natsu never let go.

"Alright, well, if you understand, can you let me go?"

"Nope."

For the second time, Lucy looked over her shoulder to see a sly, smug grin plastered on his face. "What?"
"It's okay, just keep cooking. I just want to hold you like this."

Lucy groaned, while her heart contradicted her and sped up. "Natsu, I said…"

"I know," he cut her off, chuckling. "Don't worry, we'll save the real fun for later."

And before she could protest any more, he pushed his pelvis forward again, rocking against her backside in gentle strokes, causing Lucy's breath to hitch and body to quake in anticipation. Choosing to ignore him instead of rising to his challenge, Lucy refocused on her pot, stirring clockwise a couple more rounds before lifting the ladle to her lips to taste it.

Needs some salt and pepper.

She reached across the counter for the salt and peppershakers, ignoring Natsu's new roaming hands.

One hand shifted up slightly, cupping the underside of Lucy's left breast gently, while the other slid down south to stroke the inside of her bare thigh. Panting a bit while handling the shakers with trembling hands, she unconsciously pushed back to meet his teasing thrusts.

"Natsu," she whispered hotly, feeling much warmer than she had been earlier. Resisting the urge to forget about her stew and give in to his lustful temptations, Lucy grinded the salt, adding a generous amount to the pot. Probably too much without realizing it.

Natsu's head returned to her neck to nip at the flesh. She leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder, giving into the sensations before switching to the peppershaker, adding what was probably too little pepper. Damn this distracting man.

"You don't even realize how sexy you look, Luce," he murmured in her ear, voice dripping in hunger. The hand on her breast squeezed the nipple poking through the tight confines of her thin, white tank, and the other hand was stroking higher and higher until it rested on her covered mound. Panting in heat, Lucy bucked forward, trying to regain focus on her task. What was she doing again?

Oh right, the stew.

"You can't just go around cooking, looking like this and not expect to get jumped," he continued to hiss in her ear, and Lucy lifted the spoon to taste test her creation again. It was too salty, wasn't it? What was stew supposed to taste like?

"What do you mean?" she moaned as he rocked against her while simultaneously pushing against her front.

"Wearing the tightest top and shortest, booty shorts; you probably wanted this didn't you. You wanted me to grab you right when I got in the doorway."

Lucy moaned louder as Natsu sucked at the vertex where her neck and shoulder met, and without realizing it, the hand fondling her breasts had somehow found its way under her shirt, searing the skin it touched and stretching the fabric taut against her neglected nipple.

"You're not even wearing a bra," he raked his teeth across her skin, and she bucked into his hand.

Just stir the pot. Just stir the pot.

She repeated the phrase in her head like a mantra.

"I never wear a bra at home," she tried to counter, though her voice came out a lot more breathless than she had meant to. His hand at her core began to rub against her clit through the fabric and Lucy screamed softly at the white, hot pleasure that coursed through her.

"That's why this happens all the time," he chuckled darkly, rubbing harder. She moaned wantonly.

Stir the pot, just keep stirring.

"Lucy, you're practically dripping for me," he groaned against her skin, grinding his erection harder against her. "I can feel how wet you are. You want me just as bad as I want you. You can't help but picture it as I fuck you against the fridge, or on the counter. Probably both."

And with that mental picture in her mind, Lucy panted, pushing against his hand on her pussy in erratic thrusts. He had to stop, she wasn't going to last.

He switched his hand to her other breast to kneed at the smooth mound and Lucy took the opportunity to lift a little chunk of beef to her lips to take a bite.

Was it cooked? It probably was, right?

Just then, the hand at the junction between her thighs left her, her body cooling at the absence. However, it returned almost as quickly with a second hand, both pushing against the clothing covering her core. Where had the second hand come from? The one at her breast was still there. Belatedly, she realized he hand grabbed her own left hand, guiding it as they fingered her.

"Lucy," he growled, biting the shell of her ear. She would have probably been embarrassed by all the needy sounds that escaped her if not for the fact that she had completely given in to his advances, cooking forgotten. "Are you done cooking yet?"

And then their fingers were suddenly pushing her underwear aside, thrusting their index fingers inside her snatch in one sharp stroke. Lucy keened, thrusting against their joint hands while the hardness at her back pressed forward at the same time.

Faster their hands went, penetrating her deep in her core. Her free hand, having let go of the spoon stirring her pot, grabbed hold of his forearm tightly, steadying herself for fear of her legs giving way beneath her. The pleasure their joint fingers gave her left her seeing stars, and she could already feel the beginning of her ascension into absolute bliss.

Faster he rocked against her, the fingers in her pussy getting accompanied by his middle finger as the hands at her breasts moved out of her shirt and up her body, brushing over her exposed neck. And suddenly, there were two fingers entering her panting mouth, and she sucked them on reflex.

The pleasure bombarded her senses, and the higher she went towards release, the harder it was to think straight. The tangy taste in her mouth from his fingers left her practically gushing on their hands, and she was left to palm her own breast in lust, pulling at her nipple. She needed release, she needed something to push her over the edge.

And then a thumb pushed against her clit, and she was falling, vision going white as she slid into the vast chasm of paradise, fluid leaking from her opening and sliding down her inner thighs. He continued his assault on her mouth and pussy, letting her ride her orgasm out as long as she needed.

When her eyes refocused, she realized he had let her go completely and she was surprised she could hold her own weight. Quickly turning off the stove and pushing the pot off the heat (she hope the food had finished cooking, though it was probably overcooked by now), she turned around to glare at her best friend.

However, she couldn't stay mad for long when he stared proudly back at her, the top half of his body completely bare, his shirt discarded somewhere across the floor for Happy to scratch at. Her eyes raked over his toned, tanned body, appreciating the view. He grinned at her, clearly enjoying the feeling of her checking him out. Hey eyes stopped at the bulge in his dark jeans, and she licked her lips in anticipation. His growl at the sight brought her eyes back up to his face. He looked just about ready to ravish her.

Natsu stepped close to her again, pulling her sideways and away from the hot stove by the hips, leaning her against the cool countertop and smirking at her. Heart thundering in her chest, Lucy spoke, trying to sound stern.

"Natsu, I told you I was cooking! What if something happened?"

"It didn't though, did it?" he laughed, pressing their pelvises together and she inhaled sharply, feeling the hard planes of his body. "Besides, I let you cook and you were clearly enjoying it." He swayed their bodies side-to-side, then front and back and Lucy suddenly couldn't remember what exactly it was she was reprimanding him for.

"And now you're done cooking," he continued slyly, his hands on her back, slowly pulling at the strings of her apron to undo them. The flimsy fabric fell off her neck and was caught between their bodies, but Natsu quickly pulled his hips back, letting the fabric fall to the floor before thrusting against her harder than before, his rough arousal meeting her heat with one less layer between them. She moaned, grinding against him as well, spreading her leaking fluids across the inner parts of her thigh. "So we can play now. If I'm not mistaken, I promised you a good fuck against the fridge. And then the counter."

Lucy gushed again. Her shorts and underwear were completely soaked but she didn't mind. She was going to take them off anyways. As if reading her mind, Natsu yanked down her shorts and underwear in one swift motion, before ripping her tank top in half, earning him a squeak in protest, though she couldn't bring herself to care that much; tank tops were cheap anyways.

Before Lucy could say any more, Natsu pulled her up into a searing, soul-stealing kiss, tongue already invading the deepest crevices of her mouth. She squealed at the sudden sensation just as she pushed her own appendage against his, running her tongue along the expanse of his. He groaned, pulling her flush against him as their chests touched. He put his hand under her ass, stroking and squeezing the thick flesh before he ran them lower to the undersides of her thighs, hauling her up and guiding her legs to wrap around his waist, her exposed core meeting the rough fabric of his jeans. She gasped into the kiss while he moved them to the fridge. She screamed when the cold metal hit the hot, sensitive skin of her back.

It was too much at once; every inch of his body was touching hers. And yet, it wasn't enough. She needed more, more of him. She raked her fingers over his back and he growled at the sensation. And then he was thrusting against her, their motion rattling the fridge as he ground hard and fast against her. The button on his pants hit her clit with each push, and Lucy had to break off the kiss to let out a scream, just as her second orgasm hit her.

She couldn't do it, not anymore. But Natsu's face was now near her breasts, licking and sucking and biting as he rocked her release away, and he wasn't finished with her just yet. Waiting for her screams to turn into shallow pants, Natsu pulled them away from the fridge and deposited her on the cool marble surface of the kitchen island, separating from her just enough to drop his jeans and underwear. And then he was back on her, the hot, slick flesh of his erection running along her slit has he moved against her.

"Natsu," she whimpered his name as their cores met together, flesh against flesh, for the first time that night. Had he really brought her to orgasm twice without even entering her? How could someone who acted like a five year old more often than not know how to bring a full-grown woman to her knees without even getting naked first?

"Yes Lucy?" he asked, a smirk on his face as he ground against her. She was thrashing against him, wrapping her legs around his lower back to bring him closer. She needed him, so very badly.

"Please!" She was so far gone, she was reduced to begging.

He brought his face close to hers, lips ghosting over her cheek and his breath fanned her face. Dragging his hands up to her back, lowering her ever so slowly onto the countertop, he chuckled. "Well since you asked nicely." And then he was inside her, filling her up so completely, Lucy was sure she was in heaven. There had never been any other man who had made her feel this good.

"So tight," Natsu grit out through his teeth, using his hands as leverage to pull out of her before slamming in again. Lucy screamed and moaned. Could she really handle a third orgasm? Well, it didn't seem like Natsu was giving her a choice as he sped up his pace, pounding into her like a jackhammer.

"Natsu!" Lucy cried, breathless and needy. "More, Natsu."

Grunting in response, Natsu nailed her harder and Lucy could almost feel him growing just a little bit more inside of her. He was so deep now, she could feel every inch of his thick, hard cock.

And then he hit a spot deep within her that set her over the edge one final time. With a scream of his name, she came, and then he was releasing inside her right after, his cum coating her walls erotically.

Lucy must have blacked out, for when she opened her eyes again, Natsu had let her go, running a moist paper towel over her slit to clean up their mixture of fluids that rushed out of her.

"Sorry Luce, I came in you again," he apologized sheepishly, no reserves whatsoever with his language.

"It's fine," she replied, sitting up and wincing at her sore back. "You always forget the condoms anyways. I started using the pill."

Natsu gave a happy grin, stealing one last kiss from her. "Great, that means I'll never have to wear a condom again."

Lucy frowned, punching him in the shoulder. "No it doesn't baka! Stop forgetting. It's better to be safe than sorry."

"Sure," Natsu countered, though she could already tell he wasn't paying attention anymore. Allowing him to help her down from the counter, Lucy's knees buckled slightly when her feet hit the floor. Looking up at him, she glared again at his smug smirk when he noticed her wobbly legs.

"You okay there Luce?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be a pig. Come on and get changed, it's time for dinner."

"Hai!"

Dinner was a relatively normal event, or as normal as it could ever get between the two. They asked about the other person's day, what they did at work, which of their friends were causing mayhem this time. They made no mention of the act of sin they just committed. It was always like this after sex, they would cuddle or just hang out, but they would never discuss what just transpired. Not until the next time it happened.

When they finished eating, Natsu stood up and took their plates to the sink to wash them. That was their deal; whoever didn't cook that night had to do the dishes. It was mostly Lucy who cooked anyways, so it became habit for Natsu to just take her plates and start washing them. They had a very comfortable routine.

Lucy sat on one of the bar stools that lined the kitchen island as she waited for Natsu to finish cleaning up, a glass of wine in her hand. She tried not to blush at the thought of what they had just done on it. She would need to remember to clean counter in the morning. And the fridge.

"By the way," she called to him and he looked up from his scrubbing. "Levy called me earlier to remind you about Friday night."

He looked confused. "What's Friday night?"

"Gajeel's birthday?" She rolled her eyes; of course he would forget his own cousin's birthday. "We're all going to Fairy Tail that night for some drinks.

Natsu groaned. "Ugh, do we have to?"

"Yes, we do. And no complaining. Erza and Jellal will be there; they haven't had a night out since Simon was born and I really want to see them."

Natsu groaned but didn't protest after that, lining up the dishes on the drying rack.

"Where are you going tomorrow? The office?" he asked once he had the dishes away, grabbing the dishtowel from the oven handle to wipe his wet hands.

"Actually, I'm going into Crocus in the morning to speak to one of my sources on the Oracion Seis article I'm writing," she said before taking a sip of her wine.

"Really?" he questioned in surprise, grabbing a beer from the fridge and taking a long swig. Again, she fought the urge to blush when she remembered their previous activities. "I'm going into Crocus tomorrow too. I'm meeting with one of my clients there. Did you want me to give you a ride? We can meet up after for dinner."

Lucy smiled at first, and then thought about his offer. "I'm assuming that means you're sleeping over again, aren't you?"

Natsu laughed. "Of course. Where else would I go?" He finished his beer and called out for Happy, picking up the feline in both hands and walked out of the kitchen.

"I don't know," Lucy retorted sarcastically to his retreating back, "maybe to your own house?" But instead of insisting he go home, she finished off her glass in one last gulp and hurried after him, making sure he didn't try to sleep in her bed again. Though he always did.

Zara's Note: So smut isn't my usual style of writing, I don't know if anyone could tell; but as a writer, I'm trying to branch out of my comfort zone and try my hand at something new. So please, leave a review and let me know how I fared. Any form of comment or criticism is welcome.

So like I said earlier, Love and Lucky will be a series of interconnecting lemons. Most chapters will pretty much move along in this same format, so if this was too much for you, I suggest you don't continue reading this. Since M rated stories aren't usually in my repertoire (I hope this wasn't too awkwardly written or the pace wasn't too shallow), I probably won't be writing too many others in the future (maybe one or two sprinkled here or there). And hopefully, I improve as time goes on. Anyways, thanks for reading :)