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Enjoy.

Faie.

Her Secret Job Part 1

As sunlight beamed down from the azure sky, the streets of modern day Magnolia City gradually awoke to the sounds of birds twittering high up in the tress. The sound of shuffling feet filled the air as people started to file out of the comfort of their homes, waving goodbye kisses to their loved ones standing on the porch in night-robe clad bodies.

As the pedestrian light turned green, men and women dressed in impeccably starched homogenous suits strode purposefully across the tarmac road. In their hands they clutched stiff leather briefcases and environmentally sanctioned paper bags containing industrial strength coffee and fresh bagels. Their carefully tailored forms disappeared one after another behind the glass doors marking the entranceways of the towering edifices of steel looming over the rest of the world.

Others donned tight spandex shorts and baggy workout shirts, their ears plugged from the noises of the rest of society with fast paced music tracks as they maintained a steady pace along the pavement, weaving nimbly in and out of the surging morning crowd. Stylishly clothed mothers grasped manicured fingers around the rubber handles of their strollers as they sauntered along, sipping hot lattes and chattering away with their equally voguish counterparts.

And of course there were also those that as half the world bustled about, they snuggled further into the plush, soft recesses of their beds, pulling the sheets ever tighter around their bodies. While others might call them lazy and fainéant, they preferred to be labeled as victims of a rather pleasurable form of early morning lethargy, otherwise known as post – sex tiredness.

Or in the case of this particular couple, very hot sex complete with strawberries, chocolate sauce, and lots of expensive shaved ham.

Enough ham in fact, to fully cover an adult female's body.

The tinkling sound of wind chimes rang out as the screen on a smart-phone lit up, the tiny device vibrating insistently in its spot atop the bedside dresser. A feminine hand reached out from under the thick covers and attempted to smack it off but instead knocked the mobile under the dresser, where it continued to tinkle.

"Damn."

The hand extended out from beneath the covers and fumbled blindly along the floor, and there was a muffled cracking sound. The mobile instantly went flat, having had its battery plucked skillfully out. The arm then slid back under the comforter.

Lucy Heartfilia shifted from under the covers and stretched her hands high above her head languidly. Blinking against the bright morning light streaming in, she slowly sat up and looked around, rubbing her tired eyes. What time was it anyway? The ornate clock on the mantelpiece ticked 8:15a.m and she yawned again.

The 24 year old blonde bombshell brought her slender legs down from the bed and her feet slid neatly into the plush slippers that were awaiting her.

Picking up the silk red night-robe draped across her dresser, and a clean camisole set from the drawer, Lucy strode on forth to the bathroom, where she began her morning routine of brushing, showering and toning.

As she slid her wet hands along the back of her elbow, her fingers touched something sticky. Lucy winced when she plucked a small slice of ham the size of poker card from her skin and flung it into the small metal bin under the sink.

"Yuck. No way in hell I'm ever letting him put ham on me again."

But Lucy had to admit, under the ethereal glow of moonlight, the feel of his rather sharp teeth scraping against her skin as he peeled the slices off had been almost impossible to deny. Her face flushed a little, both due to the warm water cascading down her body and from the memory of his intense onyx eyes on her as he revealed her milky skin one agonizing inch at a time.

A sudden tingle shot down her body but Lucy stamped it down and hurriedly dried herself off. She needed to prepare for work. No time to be fantasizing about a certain sexy man in her life and the magic he could work with his mouth.

Slipping into the black lace camisole and securing the robe over it, she disappeared into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

The man in her bed still hadn't stirred by the time she brought the plastic tray bearing goodies and placed it gently on the bedside table. She sighed and prodded the lump gently.

"Sweetheart, wake up. Breakfast is ready… Na-"

"Brrriiiiiinnnnngggg~!"

"Ah!"

Lucy jumped when a sudden ringing broke the private silence of their room as a small alarm clock burst to life, the little steel hammer clanging the adjacent silver bells noisily. Just as she was about to reach over and turn it off, a tan arm shot out from under the bedcovers and grabbed the infernal object. Her golden eyes widened when the clock was instantly flung out the open French windows, and the sound of something breaking and strings of curses ensued from below their balcony.

"Sorry!" She leaned out, cupping her hand to her mouth.

"Natsu! You can't keep throwing our clocks out the window. That's already the eighth one! Get up!"

She smacked the lump hard, glaring when it merely shifted and grunted, but did not reveal itself.

"Get up, dummy!" Lucy wrapped her fingers around the edge of the white comforter and pulled hard, ripping it off from the bed.

The male instantly curled up into a tighter ball, his arms wrapping around his head to block out the light. Underneath the sheets, he was only clad in a worn pair of white scale – patterned boxers and Lucy took a few moments to admire his well – built body, lean and muscled and oh so delicious. She knew; she'd tasted it.

"Off. Now."

"Five more minutes…"

"No. Food's ready."

At the sound of food being available, his ears perked and he moved his arm away to watch her through sleepy eyes. Natsu Dragneel took in a deep breath and a lazy smile crossed his lips. "Mmm, is that bacon?"

"With sausage and eggs."

"You're the best."

"Of course I am. Now off the bed, you bum. It's 9. Don't you have to go to work?"

He grinned and sat up. "Nope. We're having some shitty orientation thingy for new joiners at HQ."

"And as head of PR, you don't have to go?" She arched a brow.

"I'm supposed to give the opening speech but who cares? Stripper freak can do that just as easily."

He shrugged nonchalantly and Lucy smacked the side of her head. How her pink haired idiot managed to stay employed with one of the best companies in the city while constantly playing hooky was beyond comprehension.

"More importantly…"

"Hmm?"

The blonde let out a surprised gasp when her lover suddenly reached up and grabbed her wrist. Natsu leaned backwards and let her fall atop of him. "Why are you dressed?" He drawled, sliding his palm down the soft curve of her spine.

"Cause I need to prepare for work." She snapped, but her blush was apparent.

"What a shame, you look way better without anything on."

"Idiot!"

He chuckled and tangled his fingers in her damp hair. "Stay home with me, Luce. We can watch old movies and cuddle in bed."

Natsu lifted his head upwards to nuzzle her neck and murmured against her skin, punctuating each word with a kiss. "All. Day. Long."

Lucy bit her lip when he found the extra sensitive spot under her chin and suckled the skin there. The tension that had been nagging in the back of her mind since her shower instantly sprang to the fore and she clutched his bare shoulders, his abnormal body heat warming her palms delightfully.

"St-stop it… I need… wo- ahhh~"

He snickered against her skin. "What do you need? Tell me."

"I-I…" She gasped again when he gently kneaded the base of her spine with his inner wrist. How the heck was she supposed to think properly when he was drawing damned circles just above her-

"Ah!"

Her nails dug into his bare skin when he swiftly flipped them over. Lucy looked up wide – eyed at the larger male now straddling her hips, grinning down at her like the cat that had stolen the cream. Sunlight illuminated his profile and threw the masculine lines on which he was built into sharp profile, and she felt her mouth go dry.

God, he was so handsome, and sexy and… and…

Un-doing her waist tie.

Natsu spread her robe wide open to reveal the barely there black lace camisole she was wearing underneath. "Oh, I love this piece." He chuckled, and shifted so that he was now on all fours above her. Before she could protest, he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to the milky flesh just above her breasts and nibbled softly. Much to her consternation, Lucy let out a mewl, her eyes fluttering in delight.

The male hooked a finger under the thin cloth and tugged it downwards to reveal her left nipple, already pink and aroused from his touches. Natsu's eyes instantly darkened upon seeing the exposed flesh.

"You're so beautiful, Luce…"

The cool morning air brushed her flesh and Lucy's eyes widened again. "Wait… don't…"

He ignored her and ducked down. Natsu pressed his lips around her swollen areola, grazing his teeth very lightly against its rounded tip. He knew how sharp his own teeth were, and he didn't want to accidentally tear the flesh again. The last time he had done that, his beautiful wife had banned him from her breasts for an entire week.

An entire week. It was torture.

He wrapped his long fingers around the generous flesh of her neglected breast and massaged it slowly as he continued to nibble her, his thumb occasionally coming up to tease the swollen tip. When her mewls grew loudly he moved on to the next step of opening his mouth wider to suck on the milky flesh. The scent of peaches radiating from her skin, still damp from her morning shower, and the little cries she was making as her body writhed underneath him sent desire straight down to his groin and he groaned against her quivering flesh.

Stay down, boy. Not yet.

There was a loud smacking sound when he popped his lips free of her left breast to admire his handiwork. The flesh around her large nipple was red and wet from his mouth and he smirked in satisfaction.

Now for the other side.

Lucy wanted to hit him. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to flip him over and have her way with him. But as he wrecked havoc on her other breast, all she seemed to be capable of was gripping the bed sheets as he laved and sucked her nipple like a starving cat.

When he finally lifted his head again, Natsu was looking at her through hooded eyes brimming with lust. She knew that look. That was the look he always had when he wasn't satisfied. His lips were parted slightly and his breathing was quick and harsh. Reaching a hand upward, he touched her cheek softly, his calloused finger tips trailing the curve of her cheek, the corner of her lips and finally down her chin to her collarbone, where her skin still burned from his searing kisses.

He whispered her name in a husky tone. "Lucy."

Lucy's body responded instantly to the pleading desire in his voice, her core tightening in uncomfortable need.

"Damn it, Natsu. If I'm late for work, you owe me a fancy dinner tonight!"

He hissed in a sharp breath. "Is that a yes?"

She sucked in her cheeks. "Mmm."

There was a growl in the back of his throat and he immediately pounced.

"Slow down, you're going to rip the lace! Nat – ohhhh~!"

"You're late, Lu – chan!"

"Sorry, Levy – chan!" Lucy hurriedly flung her bags into her private locker and ducked into the staff washroom to change.

Her stupid horny husband! After he had taken her on the bed, he had used the excuse of helping her wash up because he felt guilty for causing her to be late for work to join her in the shower. On hindsight, Lucy really should have guessed that he had another motive for wanting to help her bathe, but her befuddled mind had been too slow to catch on.

She cringed at the memory of the pigeons that had been roosting outside the bathroom taking to flight in a sudden flurried panic when she had screamed. Poor birds, she had probably traumatized them for life.

Lucy exited the washroom, wiping her hands dry on a disposable paper towel, and prepared to head to her workroom when her breath caught. Her immediate superior was waiting for her in the hallway, her slender buxom figure leaning against one of the scented walls.

"M-Mira – san!"

The silver haired beauty smiled warmly at her. "I heard you were late again today, Lucy. That makes the third time for this month."

"I'm really sorry! I promise it won't happen again!" The blonde pleaded, her eyes wide.

"I understand that as a newlywed, you have certain… duties, but don't forget that you're one of our most important masseuses here. As per the three strike rule, you'll be doing over time today."

"Huh? But I–" Lucy stepped forward in protest.

"No buts Lucy. You know where to find the keys. Remember to check all the rooms before you lock up for the night."

"Yes, Mira – san."

"Good, and don't be late again. I don't want to have to fire you."

The taller woman smiled as she breezed past Lucy, trailing a scent of daffodil behind her in the hallway.

Crap, how was she going to explain to Natsu that she had to cancel their dinner date tonight without explaining to him where she would be? Lucy felt a shiver shoot down her spine and she shook it off quickly. No use dwelling on that now. She hurried to her workroom on the end of the hallway, shutting the door as softly as she could behind her. She relaxed as soon as she heard the resounding click of the lock beneath her hand.

Even though they had a staff lounge fully furnished with comfortable couches and a pantry stocked with goodies, Lucy still felt best in her own private workroom.

It was built simply in the shape of a semicircle joined to a square, roughly 13 ft by 10, and all the walls were painted in soft lavender. There were no windows but that was fine; the hustle and bustle on the streets beneath her room would have distracted her anyway. Besides, the silence was a welcomed escape in such a noisy city, always so alive with the sound of traffic and its people.

Against the wall to her left, there was a narrow wooden bench in beautiful lacquered rose wood that stretched all the way to the end of the room. Lining the surface of this bench were Victoria Moore scented candles, and as Lucy lit them one by one with a long splint, the fragrance of jasmine and frangipani started to flavour the air in the room. A smile pulled at the corner of her lips.

She tucked a stack of clean white towels into the cubbies that were stacked in the corner of the room and made a final inventory before she was due to start her workday.

Lucy flipped the pages on her clipboard hanging behind the door, her eyes scanning the tables. Hmm… Takichi Shū in 15 minutes. Lucy breathed a sigh of relief that she had managed to get ready in time. The man always came early. In fact…

1, 2, 3…

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

Lucy smiled as a young man in his 30s with a head of flamboyant red hair strode into the room, dressed to impress in a Ralph Lauren red navajo shirt and denim Levi's. He gave her his usual salute by cutting the air next to his forehead.

"Sup, Lucy."

"Hello to you too, Shū – san. Have you had breakfast?"

"A double portobello mushroom burger meal from Carl's J."

When she narrowed her eyes at him, he grinned, revealing a set of perfect dental work. "Relax. That was more than two hours ago."

"Good, I don't want you clenching up again during your session."

"Do you have to remind me every time I see you?" He groaned, but his face was alight with amusement.

"Only because you men are so forgetful that you need to be reminded over and over again about the simple rules we have here."

She wagged her finger at him, in a manner that reminded him of his old English teacher. Except for the fact that this blonde was way hotter and only about, say, 30 years younger?

"What are you waiting for, Shū – san? Hurry up and strip." She stared at him in annoyance.

He laughed, a boyish smile on his face. "Why, Lucy. I thought you'd never ask."

"Why flame brain, who knew you'd actually turn up?"

A man with messy black hair, dressed in a grey Giorgio Armani suit stated sarcastically, as he leaned against the glass wall outside the conference room.

"Shut up, ice freak."

Gray Fullbuster merely snorted. "Well, someone's in a bad mood. What happened, did your new wife sucker you in to sleeping on the couch again?"

Natsu glared at him. "That was only once, ice ass. And you know what? It wasn't even that much of a punishment anyway. Cause I got her to join me there. All night long." He smirked proudly.

"Oh fuck off. I don't want to hear about your sexual deviances." Gray snorted and turned to enter the conference room.

The pink haired man tore off a chunk of his foot-long Meatball Marinara sub, arching his brow. "You're the one to talk. Your fiancée's been gossiping to the girls."

Now that got his attention. "…What?"

"Oh yeah, she's been sharing." Natsu affected a saccharine sweet voice. "Why, Gray – sama, Juvia didn't know you liked this sort of foreplay. Juvia shall buy more leather tops and wh-"

"The fuck, Dragneel?! Shut up!" Gray dashed forward and smashed his hand against Natsu's mouth, cringing when the sauce stained his fingers.

Wiping his fingers off on a napkin he stole from Loke's food tray…

"Hey!"

"Oh shut up, I need it more than you."

Gray flipped Natsu off. "Don't you dare tell the other guys, ash head."

Natsu smirked. "Or else what? You ain't got shit on me, stripper."

Gray seemed to freeze for a while but he regained his confidence quickly. "Or else I won't tell you where Lucy's working now."

"Wait, you know?"

"Course I do. My fiancée isn't the only one sharing stuff. So how about it, pal? Do we have a deal?" He replied snarkily, wrapping his arm around the pinkette's shoulders.

"Shit ice head, if you know, just bloody tell me."

"How come you don't know anyway?"

"She refuses to say. Said it's not permanent anyway and that she's only doing it cause she's bored."

Gray shrugged and rolled his eyes. "So if she says it's fine, it's fine. What, you don't trust her?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Natsu snapped. "How am I supposed to be fine with it if I don't know if her new job's dangerous in any way?"

"You worry too much. Lucy's a grown woman, she can take care of herself."

"Oh, so if Juvia quits her job here for some mysterious gig, you'd be fine with it?"

"…"

"Exactly. So spill it."

"Not until you promise."

"Whatever, I won't tell the guys. Although this isn't exactly a fair trade. I don't know if my wife's at any risk. The only danger you guys are in from your sexual… choices are candle burns and rope abr-"

"Do you want to know where Lucy's working or not?!"

Gray spun around and grabbed the pinkette's lapel, growling under his breath. His blue eyes darted furtively from side to side. Fuck, if anyone had heard that…

"Yes! Godamn it, I won't blab, so just tell me now!"

"Good, if you break our deal, Dragneel, you'll pay."

"Fuck, Salamander. What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh shut up, Gajeel. Just give me the keys to the storage room."

"No way. If Erza finds out something is missing, she's going to rip my head off. Weren't you supposed to be up at conference room six anyway?"

"I'm going to rip your head off if you don't let me in now! I just need in to get the props from the last promotional ad we made. I promise I'll return it tomorrow in perfect condition."

Gajeel gave him a deadpanned look. "Since when have you ever returned anything in perfect condition? Anyway, you seriously think your own wife's not going to able to recognize you in a disguise?"

Natsu shuddered. "It's better than going in as myself. If Luce finds out I've been sneaking around behind her back about her new job, she's going to kill me. One week in the hospital is enough for one lifetime, thank you very much."

"If she finds out you're using stupid props to tail her, you're going in for a month."

"I know!" He wailed. "But she's being so secretive about this gig, I'm getting worried."

"… Fine. Five minutes, hurry up."

Natsu could hug the guy. Thank God he managed to hold back, else Levy would have kicked his ass. That midget was crazy possessive.

"Thanks, Gajeel!" Natsu dashed past the logistics head and disappeared into the brightly lit storeroom.

Gajeel slumped down onto his office chair and instantly dropped his heavy black boots onto the shiny mahogany desk. He absentmindedly plucked a screw from his bowl of snackers on his desk, wondering if he should just relieve the poor guy of his misery. Since Levy was the one who had hooked up the blonde at her workplace anyway.

Hmmm… Tell Salamander? The idea of the arrogant pinkette owing him was almost too good to resist.

When Natsu skidded to a stop next to his desk holding a ridiculous collection of disguises, the man had to choke back a snort. "You're serious?"

"Course I am. Tell Erza I'm checking these out for today." Natsu grinned as he dashed off down the corridor.

And then again… maybe watching this little show enfold would be way more entertaining. "This is going to fun. Gi – hii." He flipped his phone open and clicked speed dial 1.

"Hey babe, I've got something interesting you might want to hear about…"

The first thing Natsu Dragneel noticed when he stepped through the automatic glass doors was the smell.

Good God, what the hell was that? It smelled like someone had broken a perfume bottle in the room. Wrinkling his nose, he walked up to the counter. It had an economical design, a simple countertop of cold black marble with a single vase on the end holding stems of multi-coloured daisies. Natsu made a mental note to get Lucy flowers later to appease the temper he knew she was bound to throw.

"Hello, can I help you sir?" The lady behind the counter looked up, a pretty girl with her silver hair styled into a simple bob. Her aquamarine eyes twinkled with interest at the sight the handsomest man she had seen all day.

Natsu glanced about, his face creased in a hint of worry. "Uh, yeah. Hello, Ms…"

"Lisanna."

"Ms. Lisanna… Sorry. It's my first time here. How exactly do I go about… y'now…?" He titled his head sideways, hoping to convey his confusion.

"Oh." Her large eyes widened and she smiled again. "Would you like to see our brochure before you make a choice sir?"

"That'd be great, thanks."

Natsu took the silvery edged black pamphlet from her hands and leaned against the countertop, oblivious to the sidelong glances the young receptionist was throwing him.

The name of the place was etched into the black in classic cursive writing. "Salon de Sublime? What is this, some kind of expensive hairstyling salon?

"Not quite." Lisanna giggled and pulled the brochure towards herself, tapping a manicured finger at the description printed below the name. "See? It's printed right here. Come experience a massage of a lifetime. Exclusive for men."

Wait. What?

Natsu snatched the slip of paper towards himself, bringing it close to his face as his blue eyes widened. "Massage?"

"That's right, Mr…?"

"Dragion."

"Mr. Dragion, our massage parlor offers massage services to male clients. Female clients are also welcome, but only at our exclusively female outlet on Hargeon Street."

"Just… sorry, what kinds of massage exactly?" His eyes narrowing as he flipped the brochure over. Fuck, what had Lucy gotten herself into?

"All kinds, they're listed," She turned the brochure fold, "On page three. Our masseurs and masseuses are professionally trained by our head masseuse, Lady Mirajane, to provide the best possible service to all our clients."

"Right. So, what? I place the request for the massage type through you and you allocate anyone who is free to me?"

"Or you can select your masseur or masseuse of choice. You can see their headshots on our employee wall over there."

Natsu turned towards the opposite wall, painted in a shiny woody colour flecked with black near the base. A glass cabinet had been mounted up at eye level and he quickly glanced over the faces. There were about ten in total, three of them male and…

Bloody hell, was that Levy?

A palm sized photo of the blue haired midget smiled up at him, her hair pulled back with her usual orange headband. Damn it! That means that Gajeel had known all along while Natsu had been practically begging him to let him into the store room. His eye twitched. That piece of scrap metal was going down.

Natsu's eyes stopped further down the tree of employees, where a photo of a beautiful blonde was smiling exuberantly at the camera. The corner of his lips twitched upwards. Lucy had always been a natural in front of the camera. He tapped the glass. "I want this girl."

"Oh, you mean Lana?"

Lana? Natsu turned back to the photo. Nope, definitely Lucy. "Her name's Lana?"

"Yes. Is there a problem, Mr. Dragion?"

"Not at all."

He certainly couldn't reveal that he knew the name was fake else he'd risk exposing himself to Lucy. Why was she using a fake name? Oh well, he wasn't exactly going into this with 100% honest anyway.

Natsu could hardly recognize himself with blue eyes and dyed dark brown hair. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't change his hairstyle since his unruly pink locks refused to flatten despite how much gel he used. Well, that was 20 bucks he wasn't getting back.

Hmph, he should extort that out of Gajeel for screwing with him…

"-gion?"

Natsu snapped his head around when he realized that the silver haired receptionist had been calling him. "Yeah. Sorry?"

"Ms. Lana isn't available today. Would you like to select another one of our people?"

"What? No. No! Why can't I get her?"

"Ms. Lana is one of our most popular masseuses. She's fully booked for the day."

Natsu couldn't help the clench in his jaw. So Lucy would be touching the bodies' of man after man for the rest of the day while her husband was being denied access? Bloody hell.

"When is she free then? I must have her as my designated masseuse." He growled, slamming his palms onto the marble countertop. Upon catching sight of her startled expression, he groaned and ran a finger through his hair. "Fu- Damn. Sorry. Please help me check, Ms. Lisanna. I would like to see her ASAP."

"W-well…" Her voice was shaky as she flipped the pages on Lana's schedule. "Oh."

"What is it?"

"Well, Ms. Lana was late to report today so she'll be on overtime from 7:30 to 10pm. If you want, I can slot you at 8? If you don't mind coming back later."

"Please do."

After having filled up the personal particulars form, Natsu stepped out of the parlor shielding his eyes against the scorching midday sun.

Now what?

This chapter has just been edited cause I realized belatedly that masseur is the male form, and masseuse is the female. Sorry for the screw up!

Well… this was supposed to be a oneshot, but as usual, I digressed. Part 2 (conclusion) will be uploaded asap. So review my lovely people!

Kisses.

Faie.