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Title: Leave The Motor Running
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Lisanna/Edo!Natsu, past Lisanna/Natsu
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,016
Summary: It takes Lisanna 292 days to accept that she's never going to get over Natsu Dragneel, and 379 days for her to ask Natsu Dragion to take her for a ride.
A/N: Written for a prompt at
kinkytail: "Lisanna/Edo!Natsu. Lisanna is homesick and takes Natsu Dragion for a joy-ride. Guilty pleasure/sex in vehicle/filling the void." I am poor at maintaining anonymity. Reposted primarily for archiving purposes.
She feels like she's betraying her Natsu - her Natsu, not this timid boy who looks at her without fire or a need to linger; she feels like she's betraying Lucy, who won't ever admit what everyone else can see. She feels, in a stubborn, guilty way, like she's betraying herself.
She feels homesick.
She misses her family, her nakama, her magic, but sometimes it's Natsu she misses most of all. She pretends she isn't counting, but it's 292 nights of lying awake before she admits that she might not ever get over him.
It's 341 before she realizes the dream images that wake her up sweating and reaching out in the dark for someone who isn't there are becoming muddled with flashes of someone she has to pretend is the same.
It's 379 before she asks Natsu Dragion to take her for a ride.
He's reluctant at first - just shy, she tells herself, and finds that it only makes it worse - but he agrees with little prodding, and when the car's engine growls to life, it's as though the ignition flares through his body and lights something fierce and fearless in his eyes. He grins, and when he looks at her there's fire and lingering consideration, and in that moment it's everything she needs. He steps on the gas and they peel out onto the path, and when the car accelerates to top speed as they race along an unobstructed stretch of flatland he lets out a whoop of pure, excited joy. Lisanna can't remember the last time she laughed like this; real.
It must be an hour or so that they speed and circle and subject the car to one daredevil stunt after another - Lisanna couldn't fathom not to trust him - and when they finally come to a stop at a cliff overlooking a forested valley, his forehead thumps against the steering wheel and he laughs breathlessly, worn out and giddy as though the car is simply an extension of himself, and Lisanna supposes that, in one way or another, it is. She laughs too, and they sit for awhile in sated silence before Lisanna thinks, now or never, and reaches out to touch Natsu's face.
When he looks at her it's with cool surprise, more questioning than shocked as he would be in any other place, but she doesn't let herself think about that - she doesn't let herself think of anything other than the texture of his skin, the softness of his hair under her fingertips, the subtle darkening of his gaze as her thumb grazes his lower lip, and the way his face is identical to the one that haunts her dreams at night.
"Leave the motor running," she whispers, and he nods mutely, takes her hand, and leans in to kiss her.
Lisanna doesn't know how they end up in the back seat, but she thinks the decision was made shortly after the third time she nipped at his lips and the second time his hand ended up underneath her dress, and now she pulls at him, hiking a leg over his hip and grinding up against him as he bites her ear. There's not enough room, too much heat in the enclosed space at the height of summer, and it's frustrating but it helps - it makes her forget where she is, remember the unnatural heat of another man's skin against her own. She whimpers when Natsu pulls away and he mumbles a curse as he struggles with his belt, but with Lisanna's help it isn't long before he's pushing her dress up around her hips and she's taking hold of him and guiding him into her.
She's almost sobs, surprised at how much she needs this, how much she's longed and ached for it. Natsu's reaction is a hitched gasp and a low, almost startled groan; he sounds almost like her Natsu did the first time. Lisanna doesn't let herself wonder if he's done this before. She threads her fingers into his hair and pulls him down for a kiss, wraps her legs around his hips and urges him to move, please, now.
He does. They don't know each other this way no matter how much Lisanna wants to pretend, and it takes a moment to find the right rhythm, but when they match up she gasps and whimpers and arches up against him. He groans against her throat, hot breath and scorching lips, and she tells him yes, Natsu, yes, harder - it isn't quite right; the illusion isn't complete, but Lisanna closes her eyes and makes herself forget.
It doesn't last long. She pulls at Natsu's shirt and runs her fingers restlessly through his hair, wishing for more skin, but everything is too hot anyway, sweat and sticky and the angle isn't perfect but it has to be enough. She whines again and it isn't all pleasure because this is going to be over soon and she needs more time, time for everything--
But he kisses her again and pants her name against her jaw and it's just right, just what he would do, and for one blinding moment she's home again--
And then the rush hits her and she chokes on a moan and clutches at him until it passes, and she melts, breathless, into the car seat. After that she holds him and watches his face, and it isn't long until he grunts and goes still above her. He relaxes piece by piece like someone falling apart and lets Lisanna pull him close and wrap her arms around him.
They stay that way until their breathing slows and evens out. It's almost right. Lisanna doesn't let herself think about the ways it would have been different. It's almost perfect. It's almost home.
Natsu's mouth drags over her jaw as he lifts up to look at her face. His soft expression turns to worry, and he brushes a thumb over her cheek. It comes away damp, and Lisanna makes herself smile, shake her head, and pull him down for a kiss.
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Lisanna/Edo!Natsu, past Lisanna/Natsu
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,016
Summary: It takes Lisanna 292 days to accept that she's never going to get over Natsu Dragneel, and 379 days for her to ask Natsu Dragion to take her for a ride.
A/N: Written for a prompt at
kinkytail: "Lisanna/Edo!Natsu. Lisanna is homesick and takes Natsu Dragion for a joy-ride. Guilty pleasure/sex in vehicle/filling the void." I am poor at maintaining anonymity. Reposted primarily for archiving purposes.She feels like she's betraying her Natsu - her Natsu, not this timid boy who looks at her without fire or a need to linger; she feels like she's betraying Lucy, who won't ever admit what everyone else can see. She feels, in a stubborn, guilty way, like she's betraying herself.
She feels homesick.
She misses her family, her nakama, her magic, but sometimes it's Natsu she misses most of all. She pretends she isn't counting, but it's 292 nights of lying awake before she admits that she might not ever get over him.
It's 341 before she realizes the dream images that wake her up sweating and reaching out in the dark for someone who isn't there are becoming muddled with flashes of someone she has to pretend is the same.
It's 379 before she asks Natsu Dragion to take her for a ride.
He's reluctant at first - just shy, she tells herself, and finds that it only makes it worse - but he agrees with little prodding, and when the car's engine growls to life, it's as though the ignition flares through his body and lights something fierce and fearless in his eyes. He grins, and when he looks at her there's fire and lingering consideration, and in that moment it's everything she needs. He steps on the gas and they peel out onto the path, and when the car accelerates to top speed as they race along an unobstructed stretch of flatland he lets out a whoop of pure, excited joy. Lisanna can't remember the last time she laughed like this; real.
It must be an hour or so that they speed and circle and subject the car to one daredevil stunt after another - Lisanna couldn't fathom not to trust him - and when they finally come to a stop at a cliff overlooking a forested valley, his forehead thumps against the steering wheel and he laughs breathlessly, worn out and giddy as though the car is simply an extension of himself, and Lisanna supposes that, in one way or another, it is. She laughs too, and they sit for awhile in sated silence before Lisanna thinks, now or never, and reaches out to touch Natsu's face.
When he looks at her it's with cool surprise, more questioning than shocked as he would be in any other place, but she doesn't let herself think about that - she doesn't let herself think of anything other than the texture of his skin, the softness of his hair under her fingertips, the subtle darkening of his gaze as her thumb grazes his lower lip, and the way his face is identical to the one that haunts her dreams at night.
"Leave the motor running," she whispers, and he nods mutely, takes her hand, and leans in to kiss her.
Lisanna doesn't know how they end up in the back seat, but she thinks the decision was made shortly after the third time she nipped at his lips and the second time his hand ended up underneath her dress, and now she pulls at him, hiking a leg over his hip and grinding up against him as he bites her ear. There's not enough room, too much heat in the enclosed space at the height of summer, and it's frustrating but it helps - it makes her forget where she is, remember the unnatural heat of another man's skin against her own. She whimpers when Natsu pulls away and he mumbles a curse as he struggles with his belt, but with Lisanna's help it isn't long before he's pushing her dress up around her hips and she's taking hold of him and guiding him into her.
She's almost sobs, surprised at how much she needs this, how much she's longed and ached for it. Natsu's reaction is a hitched gasp and a low, almost startled groan; he sounds almost like her Natsu did the first time. Lisanna doesn't let herself wonder if he's done this before. She threads her fingers into his hair and pulls him down for a kiss, wraps her legs around his hips and urges him to move, please, now.
He does. They don't know each other this way no matter how much Lisanna wants to pretend, and it takes a moment to find the right rhythm, but when they match up she gasps and whimpers and arches up against him. He groans against her throat, hot breath and scorching lips, and she tells him yes, Natsu, yes, harder - it isn't quite right; the illusion isn't complete, but Lisanna closes her eyes and makes herself forget.
It doesn't last long. She pulls at Natsu's shirt and runs her fingers restlessly through his hair, wishing for more skin, but everything is too hot anyway, sweat and sticky and the angle isn't perfect but it has to be enough. She whines again and it isn't all pleasure because this is going to be over soon and she needs more time, time for everything--
But he kisses her again and pants her name against her jaw and it's just right, just what he would do, and for one blinding moment she's home again--
And then the rush hits her and she chokes on a moan and clutches at him until it passes, and she melts, breathless, into the car seat. After that she holds him and watches his face, and it isn't long until he grunts and goes still above her. He relaxes piece by piece like someone falling apart and lets Lisanna pull him close and wrap her arms around him.
They stay that way until their breathing slows and evens out. It's almost right. Lisanna doesn't let herself think about the ways it would have been different. It's almost perfect. It's almost home.
Natsu's mouth drags over her jaw as he lifts up to look at her face. His soft expression turns to worry, and he brushes a thumb over her cheek. It comes away damp, and Lisanna makes herself smile, shake her head, and pull him down for a kiss.