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That caught Natsu off guard. Sure they’d known each other a while, were close before becoming a couple, but it’s a quick leap in a short time—

He turned his body to face Lucy, “are you sure?”

Holding up a condom she’d pulled from her back pocket, Lucy nodded her head slowly, coyly tugging up at the hem of his shirt to prove her point. Sweet, but innocent she was not. “I’ve fantasized enough about this.”

With a grin and a giggle, the whirlwind stripping contest commenced as each tried to shed their clothing as quickly as possible. Fabric was flung all over the room, his shirt here, her shorts there. “I win!” Natsu cackled and tackled Lucy who’s half way out of her top.

Lucy giggled as he pinned her to the bed. “You’re such a goof!”

After pulling her top off and tossed it to the side, Natsu grinned. “And you’re blinding.” Making Lucy blush.

She pulled him prone over her body, leading his head down against her neck. He started kissing the nape, suckling at her pulse point, and leaving canine marks in her skin. Lucy moaned and wrapped her arms around his back, his neck, running her fingers through his hair and pulling when he bites her a little hard. Natsu was rougher than expected… yet it drove the heat in her loins up another notch. One side, he kissed along to the other, paying attention to her ear lobes, and running his tongue along the shell.

He moved lower to pay homage to her breast’s, his hands plying the supple flesh, kneading, squeezing as he teased her nipples with his tongue and sucked so hard he left welts. Lucy dug her nails into his back with each oral lashing. But as Natsu took care of her top half, his fingers were on their way to another— and she felt it, heated digits skimming down against her taut belly, her legs parted in anticipation.

“Yes, there…” Lucy moaned as Natsu’s fingers toyed with her clit, rubbing the little bud into a fire bug, then slipped inside her in triplicate. “That’s it Natsu…” Her pelvis moved to chase his jarring thrusts.

Now his mouth followed the same route down, kissing its way over her stomach to latch onto her clit in a double assault. He sucked on her clit and lapped up her spilling juices, taking turns to run his tongue between her folds. All the while his fingers kept up its pace. Her whining octave grew with such passing second, and Natsu had to use his free hand to hold Lucy down the more she began to twist and writhe as she chased her orgasm.

It was the clench of Lucy’s inner muscles and the squeezing of her thighs that told the story of her end. Breathing heavily, she collapsed on the bed, while Natsu looked down on her grinning with pride. He licked the juicy remnants on his fingers, then ripped open the condom. As Lucy watched on with eyes wide and willing, he sat back on his haunches as he rolled the condom over his hardened cock. She licked unconsciously at her lips, salivating over how well endowed her boyfriend was. Mental note for Lucy, next time she needed to get a taste of that.

Ready and raring to go, Natsu pulled Lucy to him, her legs splayed over his thighs as he lined up and pushed his way into her. Lucy’s back arched off the bed as his cock filled her full. “Damn,” Natsu’s eyes rolled back as he groaned. “You feel fucking amazing!”

“So do you,” Lucy purred. It was way better than any fantasy.

Natsu laid prone over her body, while Lucy crossed her ankles over his thighs for leverage, then started out slow with drawn-out hip thrusts as his hands caressed parts of her frame. His hand moved between her breasts and her rear, gripping or squeezing, sometimes her waist as their bodies moved in time with one another’s in a slow-dance of love making. Lucy’s core was still swollen and sensitive, so the slow grinding friction kept it on the brink of another burn out.

“Harder…” Lucy suddenly groaned between breaths. “Rougher, big boy…”

Although Natsu had wanted to make things last longer, Lucy’s enjoyment took center stage in his mind. If rough is what she wanted, so be it.

Natsu pushed up onto his knees and slipped out briefly to flip Lucy onto her stomach. “Get on your knees,” he commanded.

His heady deep voice sent a salacious shiver through Lucy’s body. Oh. Yes! She does as told, presenting her derrière with a little wiggle and a giggle.

It made him chuckle. He pressed his cock to Lucy’s rear as he leaned over, gripped her throat right under her chin and craned it up. Natsu then sucked at the nape of her neck hard, so hard, his canines almost broke the skin. Lucy gasped and a strained moan broke free. “Is this how you like it?” he whispered next to her ear.

“Yes…” she moaned.

“Aren’t you full of surprises,” he chuckled again. It’s always the quiet ones.

With one more chaste kiss to her neck, Natsu let go and sat back on his knees. He lined up his cock and forced his way in hard and fast until it could go no further. Lucy cried out at the harsh intrusion, and her fingers gripped tight to the bedding, using all her strength to hold herself up.

He dug his fingers into Lucy’s hips to hold her as steady as he could, then quickly launched his assault with long, deep, penetrating strides of his cock in and out of her entrance. The air filled with the smell of sweat and sex, mixed with the sounds of slapping skin as he pounded into her mercilessly. She’d bit down on her lip but couldn’t hold back her screams any longer. Her high-octave cries intertwined with his grunts.

But such heavy level sex meant for a short run. Every time Natsu tried to slow down, Lucy would take control, rocking back on her own volition to impale herself onto his cock. His grip was weakening and his eyes rolled back as he tried desperately to hold out. To no avail. “Lu… I can’t…” Natsu’s groans grew strained and higher in pitch. “I can’t…” He’s losing control and can’t maintain the momentum. So, Lucy again stepped into play and drove harder, wanting to see him lose it. Natsu’s body started to shake as he made his last stand, rocking his hips in quick, ragged thrusts through each pump of seed spilling out from him.

Once he’d been milked dry, he pulled out and pulled off the used condom before it slipped off on its own, then fell onto his butt on the bed breathing heavily. Lucy too dropped onto her stomach out of breath and weak kneed. He stumbled off the bed to drop the condom in a trash can, then returned and bundled Lucy against his side to ride out the exhaustion. Natsu kissed her temple. “Was it good for you?”

He slips in easily enough wearing a maintenance persons uniform and pretends to go from room to room cleaning as he went. It’s a weekend, so no one is supposed to be there. After three offices, Loid hits pay dirt and quickly gathers what he needs. He stuffs the papers into his uniform and slips out again into the hallway heading for the exit.

As Loid rounds a corner while pulling off his mask, someone runs straight into him, knocking him down. His eyes flash wide. “Yor?”

“Loid?!” Yor gasps when she sees the rubber mask in his hand, and immediately points her thorn at him. “Twilight?! You’re Twilight, aren’t you!”

“And you’re the Thorn Princess?!”

Loid tries to scramble to his feet, but she presses forward with her thorn again to his throat. Moisture is blooming in her eyes. “Y-You weren’t supposed to find out!”

There’s no way Loid is getting out of there now. He knew from experience how strong Yor is, not only from what he’s seen with his own eyes, but her reputation precedes her. But he has to try. Loid grabs the thorn, pushes it away at the same time of using his feet to propel himself backwards as quickly as possible. It only gives him seconds, before Yor recovers, so he flips over, pushes himself up, and gets to his feet.

Just as he’s turning around, Yor is immediately on him with a straight jab. Loid fades to the side, barely being hit, and blocks with his forearm. Even with the block, her strength alone forces him sideways. “Yor, we don’t need to do this!” He tries to reason with her.

“I’m sorry,” tears are trickling down her face. “But I’m ordered to kill you on sight,” she blurts out as she sends another volley of punches in his direction.

It’s deja vu again from the role playing. She kicked his ass then, and that was only a role play! Loid does his best to block all of her strikes, but Yor’s too fast now that she’s fighting seriously. Back and forth they exchange strikes, until her true athleticism shines through with a easy sweep of his legs that sends Loid crashing to the floor.

His back is down and he holds his hands up. “Please, Yor…”

Yor drops to her knees, straddling his body, and using two hands, holds her thorn over his neck. Her tears are falling faster now as their life together, as Anya, all their memories flood through. “Why’d you have to be Twilight?!”

“I understand,” he exhales. “It’s all about the mission.” Loid gives up and drops his hands to the floor, baring his throat with no resistance. He smiles weakly. “But before you kill me, there’s something I need to tell you. Our marriage started as a rouse, but over these months I’ve fallen in love with you, Yor. You and Anya are the best things that’s ever happened to me— that I never believed would. So, please take care of Anya for me.” He closes his eyes waiting for the final blow… that doesn’t come.

He hears the clatter of Yor’s thorn drop next to him, and as he opens his eyes, finds Yor sobbing into her hands. “Yor?” He reaches up to pull her hands away from her face. “What are you doing? Finish your mission.”

“I can’t!” She sobs harder.

“Why not?”

“Because I fell in love with you too, Loid. And I can’t hurt Anya and break up our family. I became an assassin to protect my family, not destroy it.”

Loid sits up and wraps his arms tightly around her. “We can get through this, Yor, as long as no one else finds out about us.”

She sniffles and buries her face in his neck. “Are you really okay with me being an assassin?”

Loid moves her to cradle her face in his hands, smiling. “You did it to protect Yuri, right? How can I fault you for that. It’s kind of sexy to have such a badass for a wife.”

Yor snorts a laugh, “really?”

“Really.” He leans in quickly and covets her lips with years of repressed passion behind it before she could react. A real kiss, not faked for a mission. Her surprised squeak only tantalizes him further to make it a memorable one for the both of them.

But it’s not the best time to be vulnerable. “We should get out of here before someone else sees us.” He whispers with their foreheads still touching.

“Oh, right!” She’d almost forgotten where they are. They get up. “I’ll meet you at home after I check in with my supervisor.”

“I need to do the same.” Loid startles her by pulling her back to his chest, and places one more pressured kiss. “You are just so beautiful.” Then let’s her go again. “I’ll be waiting.”

Flustered, Yor pulls herself together and flees the building in a different direction than Loid. She’d completed her mission before running into him, so that’ll check out. And the building had been empty minus the target, so no one should’ve seen them.

She holds her palms to her cheeks as she walks home, finally processing what had occurred. ‘What if it was a trick?’ Yor began to doubt. It’s a tactic no one’s ever used, and now she knows she’s gullible to it. ‘Please no,’ because she’d been honest about her feelings.

Loid arrives home first and does a quick sweep of the apartment for new listening devices. As much as he doesn’t want to believe Yor would turn him in, he had to be cautious. He sits down on the couch and holds his face in his hands. That was certainly not how he wanted to confess to Yor— if he’d ever confess. For so long he’s played his roles without letting the emotions in, but before he knew it with Yor, he was completely in love.

Going back to why he became a spy, it was to protect not just his country but really the children from having to go through what he had in the war. Yor is just like him. Her love for her brother drove her to do what she had to protect him, and now she applies that same fervor to Anya, their adopted child. She couldn’t be more perfect in his eyes.

When he hears the front door open, Loid looks up to see Yor walking in alone. He lets out a relieved exhale and stands up to greet her. But when he reaches out to touch her shoulder she shrinks back in hesitation.

“Did everything go okay with your boss?” He asks.

“Oh, yes.” Yor nervously brushes a stray hair behind her ears. “My mission was successful, so there’s no problem there.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

After a few seconds of silence. “Did you really mean what you said?” Yor asks sheepishly. “It wasn’t a trick to stop me from killing you, was it.”

Loid gets down on one knee in an act of vulnerability, then reaches for and is allowed to take her tentative hand. He sees Yor’s expression is a mixture of worry with eyes wide and pleading for hope. “I meant every word. Yor, I’ve never loved anyone before, and I don’t know exactly when it started, but somehow you broke through the wall in my heart.”

“Oh, Loid,” Yor’s eyes fill with moisture again. “I tried so hard not to love you for real, but I couldn’t stop my heart.”

“Your genuine heart is why I fell in love with you.” Loid stood up and pulls her into a hug. “It must’ve been fate for us to meet that day.” He chuckles, tipping her chin up. “A spy and an assassin, what a perfect match.”

Now able to let her feelings for him loose, Yor wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him first this time— hard and rough as she forgets her own strength. But Loid meets her head on, nibbling on her lip and once her lips part, he thrusts his tongue into her to mouth. Yor moans in surprise relishing in the heat being created. Despite never having kissed before, her instincts are serving her well with Loid’s guidance.

When they finally break apart to breathe, Loid sweeps Yor into his arms and carries her to the master bedroom. Well aware of what’s happening, Yor’s face blooms red in nervous anticipation. He places her gently onto the bed, lying down against her side, while she twists her upper half to reach his face. He continues with slow and soft kisses to ease her worries, letting their tongues twirl and dance, exploring the hot orifice at their own paces. Yor’s soft sighs and mewls through his touches guide his next steps. Each move made is predicated on her reactions, knowing this is probably her first time in such an intimate situation.

His hand starts off on her shoulder and slowly slides its way down the side of her body to rest over her rib cage, holding her gently but firmly. Yor’s breathing hitches, and the dept of her kisses increase as she twists the rest of her body against him, draping her leg over his thigh. So, Loid continues his trek, hand first going all the way down to cradle her rear, before going back up and under her top, glossing over her breast. Yor gasps at the touch and moans when his hand makes purchase of the supple clothed flesh, and squeezes.

“Do you want me to stop?” Loid checks in before he ends up vaulted into the ceiling or something.

Yor shakes her head no. She keeps her hands gripped around his neck and shoulders, but hides her face away in embarrassment.

So, Loid stops to guide her face back out of hiding. “What are you afraid of, Yor?”

“What if you don’t like what you find?” She answers quietly. “I have scars…”

“Oh,” Loid kisses and caresses her cheek. “I have them too. Trust and let me show you how much I love every inch of you no matter what.”

That makes Yor blush wildly. “I trust you.”

In truth for all the women he’s slept with as part of missions, this was a wholly new experience for him too. Loid felt fired up from his emotions being set free. He sat up briefly to unbutton and remove his shirt, then his belt, shoes, and pants. But when he started to slide his boxers off, something told him to hold off on it— and sure enough, the look on Yor’s face was nearing panic mode.

“Come here,” Loid reaches out and prompts her to sit up too, which she does hesitantly, sitting on her shins. He places her hands on his shoulders and holds her chin up, “eyes here,” he motions to his face, “keep your eyes up here on me and let me guide you as gentle as I can though this.”

“O-okay.”

“Just keep holding to me,” he murmurs softly as he starts to pull her sweater top up. Yor only lets go briefly as he raises it above her head and off. Loid checks in again, kissing her softly with no sudden movements. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbles with heated cheeks and flushing skin.

“Can you slip your leggings off for me?”

Yor again nods and shakily moves her legs out from under her to pull her leggings off. This leaves her in just her bra and panties, so she nervously covers her chest with her arms.

To force her arms down would invite resistance, so instead, he goes back to kissing her again. Sweet French kisses, luring Yor back into letting her instincts take more control. Loid guides them down onto the bed again, her on her back and he partially over her body, their legs semi-entangled. It does the trick as her arms eventually weave over his neck and she twists her body to meet his.

He starts moving his kisses lower, suckling kisses along her chin, and down to her neck bringing more sighs and mewls from the woman to spur him forward. Sensing what he wants, Yor’s breathing slows as he gets to her chest. Loid looks up just to gauge her again, and when she doesn’t resist, he slowly caresses her clothed breast, lightly sucking through the fabric. Her moans intensify and body arches into it his touch, so he takes advantage and slips the sports bra up to reveal the flesh beneath it.

When Loid kisses over the large scar on her chest, a feverish Yor looks down then surprisingly pulls the bra off herself. She’s now high on her emotions and his attentiveness to a very embarrassing area of her body. Loid smiles and quickly takes hold again, plying her breasts with tender oral care, her sordid moans once more filling the room.

He moves back up and covets her lips, whispering his love and amore as he glides his hand down her stomach. When Yor tenses, Loid stops and lingers just over her belly button, then presses deeper, open-mouth kisses to take her mind away from it. Once she relaxes again, he continues, slipping his hand under the waistband. Yor whines into Loid’s mouth when his fingers start playing with her clit, gently rubbing and rolling the hot little button between his fingers, delivering a sensation she didn’t know existed!

“Feels good?” Loid questions between kisses.

“Oh… yes…” she whimpers.

“Shall I continue?”

“Please.”

Loid slides down the bed, kissing her skin along the way as Yor watches on, waiting to see what he’ll do next. He slips her panties off, causing her breathing to slow even more. Then he looks up with a grin before diving in.

“Oh, my! Loid!” Yor’s head lolls and back arches at the feeling of his tongue dining out on her clit, sucking and licking it like a lollipop. Her thighs squeeze together, so Loid uses his forearms and shoulders to create himself space. He soon adds his fingers to the mix now that she’s fully wet, one at a time to slowly stretch her virginal entrance, until he’s up to three, pumping them vigorously while keeping up with his oral ministrations.

The poor woman is turning into a mess of sweat, and breathing heavily as the heat between her legs reaches the combustion point. Yor’s almost in tears at the pressure brewing— when the coil finally snaps, and sends her into an unfamiliar sensation of orgasmic highs. Loid’s name is called out in vain as she rides it out and is left breathless.

After cleaning off his fingers and lips of Yor’s juicy remnants, Loid slides over her prone body, between her legs, holding himself up on his forearms as he leans down and softly kisses her lips. He settles his weight on her pelvis and lets his cock press against her still sensitive core. Yor groans.

“I… I wanna see it,” she breathes out.

He’d purposely kept his cock out of her view in fear of making her nervous. So for Yor to ask— it’s an interesting development. Loid smiles and nods, then sits back on his haunches to watch her expressions. Chuckling internally at her light gasps— they were adorable. But the surprises kept on coming when Yor reaches out and touches the head, then runs her fingers down the shaft in curiosity, causing Loid to shudder.

“Oh!” She instantly retracts her hand. “Did I hurt it?”

“No,” he chuckles, “quite the opposite.”

“Is it sensitive too?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, it’s stronger then it looks.”

Yor blushes. “And bigger than I’d imagined,” she whispers embarrassingly.

Now it’s Loid’s turn to blush at her compliment. “Shall I continue? He questions gently.

To which she just nods her head and settles back. Yor watches with unbridled anticipation as the man guides his cock into her very slowly. At first she didn’t understand why so slow, until the pressure of her stretching muscles made theirselves known. But it’s more electrifying than scary.

“Does it hurt?” He asks when he’s all the way in.

“No,” she shakes her head.

Satisfied with her answer, Loid assumes a missionary position, and keeps his hips still while he pays attention again to other areas of her body. Sweet French kisses as Yor sighs and threads her hands into his hair and caresses his crown, while he massages her breasts. “You feel so amazing,” he whispers lovingly near her ear. “I’m honored to share this moment with you, Yor.”

Yor moves his face so she can look into his eyes. “You feel amazing too,” she purrs in return. “I’m glad it’s you who’s my first.”

A wave of emotion floods over Loid as he gazes into Yor’s crimson eyes. The absolute love that’s flowing from this woman… is taking his breath away. Moisture clouds his eyes with real happy tears; something he’s forgotten he could feel, and it increases his desire to pleasure her. Finally, the unscrupulous Twilight is overcome by a foe he never saw coming— Love.

With another pressured kiss, he slides his hand down her side to cradle her rear, then guides her leg up to rest over his hip. Taking his lead, Yor immediately repeats with her other leg, until both are hooked around him for leverage. This new angle has again added a new sensation into the mix, a deeper feeling inside her. It’s getting exciting!

“Tell me, okay, if you need me to stop,” Loid reminds.

“Mmhmm,” Yor bites her lip, ready for more.

He holds to her hip with one hand for control, while bracing himself with the other. Then in a slowly building, pistoning manner, Loid rocks his hips into Yor creating a sensuously heated feeling at her entrance. She gasps and squeezes her thighs from the sensation— Oh this is amazing!

Loid rests his head to the side of hers to focus, to relish in their heated union, and lose himself in the moment with every fiber of his soul. Building heat swirls around them, sweat glistening in the sunlight, and pulses racing as their bodies rock and twist together. Yor’s fingers have found purchase in his back, digging in each time he reaches her depths. Her eyes are closed and mind wiped blank, lost in the growing pressure inside her core. Purring moans and grunting groans fill the air, blending into a blissful symphony.

Over and over, Loid thrusts into her, trying and failing to maintain a controlled rhythm. It all just felt— she felt too damn good as her heated antechamber strokes his length coming and going with an unrelenting force of nature. “Yor…” he moans as the winding coil in his groin is ready to snap, and the delicious friction is spiking red hot. His fingers grip tightens on her hip, and his breathing grows haggard.

“Yes! Mmm, Loid, yes!” She moans back when her vision flashes white behind her eyelids.

With ending jagged thrusts, Loid collapses, depleted in both seed and energy, while breathing shakily. This was the first time sex has left him exhausted.

Yor pulls Loid’s face up, cupping his cheeks as she kisses him softly and sweetly. She gazes into his piercing blue eyes, still clouded with moisture, whispering. “I love you.”

Loid returns her kiss and caresses her cheek. “I love you too.”

He pulls out and flips onto his back, then Yor cuddles to his side, sighing dreamily. What a day this has been! And although they have much to worry about now, surely combined they’ll figure a way though it.

After a few minutes of riding out their amorous high, Loid looks over at the clock on the night stand. “Oh, no!” He sits up. “Anya should’ve been home by now!”

Yor pops up too. “You’re right!”

They scramble out of bed, throwing on clothes and rush out to the living room. When they see it’s empty, it brings both concern and relief. Taking a quick opportunity to make sure they look presentable, Loid and Yor exit the apartment. Where they see… Frankie and Anya walking towards them in the hallway with ice cream cones. They breathe a sigh of relief.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Frankie explains, “but I came to drop something off when Anya stopped me in the hallway and begged for ice cream.”

“I told him you seem busy exwercising inside,” Anya adds, “so we should let you fiwnish.”

Both Loid and Yor’s faces grow flushed. “Yeah,” Loid agrees as Yor nods, “we were exercising.”

Frankie’s eyebrow raises in suspicion. “Exercising? You don’t have any equipment in there.”

“Calisthenics,” Yor blurts out. “Loid was showing me his routine.”

“Yeah… alright…” Frankie goes with it despite his suspicions. “Well anyway,” he hands Loid an envelope. “Here’s the patient info you forgot at the office you asked me to bring.”

“Right, thank you,” Loid takes it. “And thank you for minding Anya.”

Frankie waves at the air nonchalantly, “she’s a joy, you’re the pain. I’ll see ya at the office.” He tips two fingers and leaves.

The Forger family goes back into their apartment, where Loid and Yor try to play it cool for Anya. They hadn’t exactly talked anything through yet or how they’d explain things to her. “So how was school today?” Yor asks Anya as she takes the girls messenger bag.

“Okay, I gwess. We had clawcyle langwage.”

“That’s your favorite, right?” Loid asks.

“Mmhmm.” Anya tilts her head a bit curiously. “Mama and Papa seem hawpier than wusual.”

Loid’s eyes widen as he tries to play it off. “Oh! The exercising was just a lot of fun!”

“Yes,” Yor adds to prove its true. “Your dad is very good at exercising.”

But her wording makes Loid blush, which Anya quickly notices. “Rewey?” The girl questions. “Can I try it?”

“Maybe later!” Loid starts prompting Anya to the couch. “Do you want a snack? How ‘bout I make you snack before your tv show starts, hmm?”

“Okay!” The girl happily bounces over to the couch as Loid and Yor let out an exhale of relief.

“Tonight, after her bed time we’ll talk,” Loid whispers to Yor who just nods with a blush and heads to her room to finish cleaning up.

Out of sight in the kitchen, Loid takes a moment to breathe. They have so much to discuss, but that can wait. A small smile filters onto his lips as he thinks about their afternoon lovingly. Things should work out alright…