Summary: They were always partner in crimes. He was called the bad influence, but she was the brain. No matter the trouble, he would follow her in every mischief. When she moves away, ten years passes before they meet again.

Hey yall, I know it's been a while. I took down "Whatever you want" cause it just wasn't doing it for me (hence why I never finished it), but I am back with this two shot for you and the bit of FemDom I promised two years ago (I'm a terrible person, I'm so sorry for the wait UwU)

Anyway, this fic was inspired by the song Wild Heart by Daughtry and it is an AU and I know we're out of characters but it was fun to write. I hope you will find it fun to read. The first chapter won't have any smut so you can read on ahead if that's not your thing.

I've got two more Nalu AU on the go, so review and follow for more :D

Disclaimer: While I love love love love Fairy Tail and its characters, I do not own them

"No way!"

Lucy tsked with annoyance when she heard the loud voice in the lobby. People had no respect these days. "I can't believe it's really you! Hey, Luce!" She finally looked up from her computer screen. There was only one person in this world who ever called her Luce, and she hadn't heard it in a decade.

But sure enough, Natsu was there with is signature grin plastered on his face. He hadn't changed one bit. Well, yes, he had changed, but he still had his wild strawberry hair, and that same smile. He had grown taller and stronger. She could see the muscles on his arms. "Natsu!" She stood so abruptly that her chair rolled back and hit the wall behind her, but she hardly noticed it, running around her counter to throw herself in his arms.

He caught her effortlessly and spun her around. She could count on him for that. Natsu had never let her down.

"I can't believe it's really you!" she exclaimed as he settled her down. "How have you been? What are you doing here?"

"I've been busy," he laughed. "I got a job offer starting next month, so I figured I'd scope the place before I move," he added. "What about you? You look so… tame…"

Her hair was long again, having long since recovered from when she'd chopped it off in an act of rebellion, and the golden strands were no longer saturated with whatever colour of dye she had settle for that week. She wore it in an impeccable bun, keeping a few strands down to frame her face. With her blue blouse tucked into the waist high black skirt, which reached down just over her knees – the longest skirt Natsu had ever seen on those legs – and stiletto heels, she looked like your average 26 years old. She had lost none of her generous curves over the years either, quite the opposite, in fact.

But the look she gave Natsu as she backed away was everything but tame.

"And here I thought we were catching up and you just had to go and insult me."

"Come on, you know I didn't mean it like that," Natsu laughed. And her smile told him she was toying with him.

"I have to get back to work," she said. "Be back before 5pm, we need to get dinner."

"Sounds great," Natsu agreed. "I'll see you later, Luce."

And so Natsu was back at 4:15, sitting outside in the sun, cause he knew Lucy well enough to know she would leave without him if he was late and he did not want to miss out on seeing her again. And he was right because at 4:30 Lucy was walking out with her sunglasses on and her purse. He ran up to her and her face lit up when she saw him.

"I see you haven't forgotten," she smiled at him.

"And miss out on dinner? Please!" Natsu laughed. "Got somewhere in mind?"

"I sure do," she said and led the way. They were sat in a fancy restaurant and they talked and talked, reminiscing about their days as trouble makers and catching up on their time separated. She had undone her hair, and it waved down to her mid back.

"I almost forgot how you looked with long hair," Natsu said.

"My mom was so mad when I cut it," Lucy laughed, "but nowhere as bad as my dad when I dyed it pink. He was livid!"

"But have they tried to controlled who you're friends with since?" Natsu asked.

"They didn't dare," she chuckled and Natsu laughed with her. "I think it made them realize you weren't the bad influence."

"I was an easy blame," Natsu admitted. "And not as smart as you are to get out of trouble."

"You never denied it either," she reminded him.

"Why would I? I was in trouble anyway."

Lucy grinned and they stayed and talked and drank for a while more.

"So you're pretty much keeping out of trouble these days, uh?" Natsu said. At that moment, the glint in Lucy's eyes told him he'd made a mistake.

"Oh, dear Natsu…" she said sweetly. "I don't keep out of trouble, I am trouble." She glanced at the waitress, mischief in her eyes. "Dine and dash?"

"Wha…"

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom," she said in a higher pitched voice, but he saw her grab her purse and knew she wasn't. "Be back in a sec!" Natsu groaned and quickly reached for his wallet, throwing on the table what he hoped was enough to cover the bill and the tip and ran out after her. "Quick as always," she appreciated.

"With you, it's that or being left behind," Natsu reminded her.

"Are you complaining?" she asked, sounding innocent enough for Natsu to smell the trap.

"Heck no," he grinned. "That's part of the fun."

"That's more like it," Lucy agreed.

"Where are we going now?" Natsu asked after a moment.

"We're going to do more than just reminisce," she said with that dangerous pitch in her voice that always got his heart pumping.

"Oh?" Lucy looked around and suddenly dashed for one of the house, where all the lights were off. Natsu followed a moment later and froze when Lucy pulled one of her hair pin from her collar and bent it to pick the lock. "We're not kids anymore," he said. "We could get some serious trouble for that."

"Who's tame now?" Lucy said in a daring tone. "Stop acting so suspicious, we'll be fine."

So he straightened up and started chatting about their dinner while, to an untrained eye, Lucy just seemed to be fumbling with her keys. The lock finally gave a click and Lucy let herself in like she owned the place, Natsu following a step behind. He closed it and sighed, his heart racing.

He would probably be having a better time if he hadn't always be the one getting the short end of the stick in their shenanigans. Lucy was smart and cunning and could pretend with much more ease than him. And if her wits failed her, she could always seduce her way out.

Natsu looked around in the dark and barely had time to steady himself before Lucy slammed her body in his with enough force that he hit his back against the now closed door, knocking the wind out of him. Or maybe it was her lips against his.

They had never kissed before. Despite the endless teasing from their friends saying they were practically already dating, they had never been anything but friends.

And Natsu couldn't tell if Lucy was playing or if this was real. Her lips were soft against his, but the kiss itself was fierce and had his blood racing down. He realized a moment later that he was kissing her back. Lucy's hand tangled in his hair, tugging on it. Natsu pulled her closer, feeling her perfect body pressing against his, and in a blink decided that he was okay with whatever it was.

Whether she was playing or sincere, he could handle it… right? His left hand snaked up in her hair and the right one held her by the small of her back, not daring to go anywhere without knowing what was going on in his devious friend's mind.

And before he knew what was happening, Lucy was walking off, leaving him hanging and panting. And though he thought he was okay with her fooling around, the thought rather hurt.

"Luce?"

"Hmm?" she turned around to look at him but something made her pause. Natsu saw it a moment later, reflecting across the room. Red and blue lights. He didn't have time to freak out that Lucy was untucking her blouse, quickly working off the buttons. She tossed it in such a way that it draped over the couch.

Natsu forgot about the cops for a brief moment, taking in Lucy's perfect form in a lacy pink bra, as she shook her hair messy. "What are you doing?" she hissed at him. "Take your shirt off!" Natsu quickly did, tossing toward the couch, but it fell on the ground instead. In a moment, Lucy was on him again, kissing him once more, even fiercer than before. The skin on skin contact made all thoughts fly out of his head and he roughly grabbed her hips, pulling her closer.

The stern knock on the door brought him back to the moment and Lucy pulled away, her face a bit flushed with the heat of their kiss. She gave him a smirk and opened the door, mostly staying behind it, poking her head around the corner.

"Good evening, officer," she said sweetly.

"Good evening, we had…" the cop trailed off when he noticed the way she was standing, but mostly the bare arm and the lacy strap of her bra that had slipped down her shoulder. He cleared his throat. "We had report of two people acting suspiciously a few minutes ago. Have you noticed anything?"

"Oh, hum… no, can't say I did… I was busy," she added with a knowing smile.

"Are you alone?" he asked, peeking in the darkness, noticing the blouse on the back of the couch and a t-shirt on the floor. Natsu knew it was his cue, and he wish he had had time to try to hide his hard-on before he stepped into sight.

"What's going on, babe?" Natsu asked, staring at the cop with an expression that he hoped said 'can't you see you're interrupting?' but Lucy was the better actress. However, he seemed annoyed enough for the cop to put two and two together and Natsu couldn't help a bit of of blush when he saw the officer's eyes dropping for a brief moment.

"So you haven't seen anyone?" he asked again.

"Nope," Natsu said, and Lucy shook her head. She reached to grab the card he was extending, revealing 'accidently' the swell of her breast.

"Well, please give us a call if you see or hear anything."

"Will do," Lucy said. "Have a good evening."

"You, too," he said, strolling off. Natsu almost toppled over with relief when Lucy closed the door, leaning seductively against it. He however didn't seem to notice, looking for his shirt. She noticed a scar on his left side that hadn't been there before as he finally grabbed his shirt.

"How was that?" she asked sensually.

"We need to get out of here," he said, straightening up with his shirt in his hand, pausing when he saw her.

"Why so soon?" she asked sweetly, arching her back a bit more. Natsu couldn't take his eyes off her. "Don't you wanna stay?"

He swore, turning his back on her. "We just dodged a bullet," he said. "Let's not wait around for anyone to come back." He froze when Lucy's fingers softly raked his back, his breath catching.

"But it's still so early," she whined, pressing her chest against his still bare back. He turned around, grabbing her wrists firmly, yet softly.

"What are you doing, Luce?"

She looked at him with those innocents brown eyes. "What do you mean?" she asked. God, how he wanted to kiss her again. He released her and walked to the couch, reaching for her blouse, and felt her arms wrap around his torso, lightly scratching at his pecs. Despite the shiver that ran through his body, he shook her off.

"We shouldn't be here," he said, flipping his shirt to the right side. Lucy grabbed it out of his hands before he could put it on.

"Did I tell you to put it back on?" she asked, her voice laced with a danger that made his heart race. He was too surprised at the change in her demeanor to argue and dropped his arms back to his side.

"What do you want me to do, then?" he asked. Lucy tsked, trailing a finger down Natsu's chiseled abs. "Seriously, Luce," he said, taking her wrist when she reached his buckle.

"Oh, gimme some credit," she huffed, yanking her hand free. She walked to the door an flipped the lights on. Natsu blinked against the brightness. "Follow me," she said with enough authority that he did just that, dodging the shirt she tossed behind her shoulder, her blouse forgotten on the couch.

He paused when they walked into a bedroom, and Lucy sat on the bed, petting the spot beside her with annoyance. He moved by her side as she reached for a picture frame, turning it to him. He recognized the picture right away. Recognized the river bank where they could be found after their mishaps. Recognized them, ten years younger, grinning at the camera Natsu was holding. Lucy hair barely reached her shoulders and was striped with cotton candy pink.

"I'm not stupid enough to just break and enter anywhere," Lucy said with a fond smile. "You said it yourself, we could go to jail for that. But you still are the reasonable one." It was her house, he finally realized. She had been testing him – as always, he had fallen for it. He would always follow her and try to keep them out of more problematic trouble.

"You sleep with our picture on your bedside," he said, leaning closer to graze the frame.

"That was the day before I learned we were moving away," Lucy said, smiling fondly at the photo. "Look how happy we were."

"That was after you danced on the bar at your dad's business meeting, wasn't it?" Natsu remembered.

"He was livid! I'm surprised you remember that," she laughed. It hadn't help that she had done so in torn jeans and a bra – she had tossed her tank top to Natsu just before climbing up. She had been rebelling against her father who had told her that her clothes and hair was indecent and that Natsu didn't belong there.

"I remember everything about you," Natsu said. They were silent for a moment. "I tried to follow you," he said, and Lucy looked at him, the amusement fading from her eyes. "After you left. I ran away from home a tried to get to you, but I was brought back. After the third time, my parents made me call you, and you told me to move on. I never understood why."

Lucy sighed and set the picture back, half turning to look at him. "Your parents called before," she said. "They said that you would keep running away until you either made it back to me or died trying." The first time, he has left on foot. The second time, he tried the bus. The third time, he stole a car. If he hadn't been sixteen, and if it hadn't been his parent's car, he would have gone to jail for it. "They told me I had to crush your hope, for your own wellbeing. So you could move on and have a future. I just wanted to do what was best for you. I've always hoped they would call again and say you ran away again, but that was the last I've heard from you."

"There was another time after that," Natsu said. "Months later, when my parents thought I was done trying. I told them I was going camping for the weekend. I hitched a ride, but that didn't end well." Lucy looked at her insistently. "I realized we weren't going the right way, so I tried to jump out," he explained. "And when that failed, I grabbed the steering and crashed the car. I was hospitalized for a month after that." Lucy's eyes went to the scar on his side and back to his eyes before he noticed. "They were the ones to convince me to stop chasing you, after all the trouble it gave me."

Lucy could hardly believe it. Natsu had been in the hospital for a month and his parents hadn't call? "You should have called," she said.

"You were the one who told me to drop it. I didn't want you to feel guilty cause I didn't listen to you. And after that, I just had to move on with my life too."

"And here you are."

He chuckled. "I couldn't forget you. And then I got this job offer and it seemed like the perfect opportunity for a reunion. It took me a bit to find out where you worked and swing by."

"How come you haven't got a girlfriend?" she asked so suddenly he was caught off guard. Natsu looked like he wanted to argue the statement. "You kissed me back," she reminded him. "I know you wouldn't do that if you had someone. And you didn't mention anything during dinner."

"How come you don't have a boyfriend?" he threw back at her.

"Cause they can't handle me. Your turn."

"Because I couldn't forget you," he admitted truthfully.

"That's a stupid reason," Lucy said. "We grew up together." Natsu shrugged, studying her face.

"Why did you do it?" he asked.

"Did what?" she asked back.

"Kissed me."

"You complaining?" she asked, cocking a brow.

"Heck no!" he exclaimed. Before he had time to add more, Lucy swiftly sat on his lap, her chest just below his eye level. He sucked in a breath, forcing his eyes up.

"You can look," she said. It took all his will power to keep to her eyes.

"What are you doing to me?" he said, his voice coming out as a raspy whisper.

"As long as we're two consenting adults…" she said.

"What if I can't handle you?"

Lucy chuckled, arching her back to give him a more plunging view of her chest. He gulped, his eyes darting back to her face. "You're the only man who could ever handle me," she said.

He'd be okay with it if it was a one-time thing… right? Because he could see Lucy's chest a mere inch from him and he couldn't really think of anything else as his eyes finally dropped to the perfect swelling of her chest, lingering where the cup of her bra wasn't flush on her perfect skin, letting him see more.

Lucy shifted. "Do you want to touch me?" she asked in a seductive voice laced with danger that made his heart race and his blood rush south. He nodded, not trusting his voice.