So I came across a challenge on livejournal which was called "Sextember". It's where you write a drabble every day of September every day for a specific manga (but you can mix up and have different pairings every chapter if you want) that is about sex...or somehow sexy...or just hints at sex...you know what I mean.

Also my laziness means I will only be doing a short drabble every other day. Enjoy the random and extremely short smexiness!

People said Natsu was stupid. That he was an idiot who could never learn anything.

When it came to him and Lucy, they were wrong.

Over time, Natsu had learned a lot of things about the girl with the blonde hair. He learned that she liked the temperature in her house to always be a little warm, and she liked to have thirty minute showers. He learned that she liked the right side of the bed and liked to write in her novel for an hour before sleeping. He learned that she liked cinnamon tea, and hated cinnamon hearts.

But it was the things that took longer to learn that would surprise people.

Natsu found out exactly where to touch to make her bite her lip and hiss in pleasure. He discovered how to move against her to send her pulse skyrocketing, heartbeat pounding underneath his tongue at the smooth curve of her neck. He knew when she wanted it slow and languorous, hips rolling, voices gasping in tandem, faces so close they were sharing each breath of air. He knew when she just wanted it unrelenting and crazy, bent over pieces of furniture, fingers digging into each other's flesh, her hands yanking at his hair or clutching onto something for stability, bodies colliding almost violently. He learned what she liked, and gave it to her, again and again.

There was one thing he could never figure out though.

He'd lie there with her afterwards, holding her in his arms, twisting her soft hair around his fingers, and he'd watch her sleeping face and ask himself,

"How did this all happen?"

When had it changed? How had they ended up here together? When did friendship turn into this, into naked flesh sliding together and lips moving over skin? He could remember the first kiss, how it had been unexpected, messy, impulsive, one stray look from her causing him to inexplicably push her against the wall and press his lips to hers. He knew how it had happened, but he couldn't remember what he had been thinking in that moment.

Was it just a whim? Or had it been something he'd always known, and only then understood how to act upon?

Natsu learned a lot of things about Lucy Heartfilia, but why she had kissed him back that night was one thing he didn't know.

Natsu wasn't stupid, so he knew how to solve that. He'd stay with her until he figured it out, even if it took a lifetime.