Authors Note: Welll I'm gonna just leave this here. Couldn't get the idea out of my head, so here it is.

Don't own Fairy Tail, though I take full responsibility for them probably being suuuper out of character. Enjoy. One shot unless people like it and I can get into Natsu's head.

One More Night – Maroon 5

Her hands shook as she forced her keys into the lock, her vision swimming from alcohol and the heat of his breath behind her ear. She fumbled, dropping her keys to the floor, eliciting a small growl from the fiery man behind her. Natsu reached down to scoop up the small pieces of metal, groping her ass unsubtly on the way down.

"Clumsy," he muttered, opening the lock. He pushed the door wide and threw the keys on Lucy's counter as he dragged her in behind him and kicked the door shut with a clatter.

Troublesome entries now out of the way, he forced her up against the wall, her breasts trapped against his chest as their lips came together in a rough kiss. His skin was like fire where it met the bare flesh of her neck as his fingers pulled at her hair.

As his tongue brushed against her lips, asking for entry into her mouth—to which she greedily obliged—Lucy brought her hands up from his hips to run up his sides to his strong shoulders. She squeezed, digging her fingernails into his flesh when he purred into her mouth at the feeling of her touch. Lucy ran her fingers across the guild symbol tattooed on his shoulder and briefly reveled in the fact that their passion for their craft had brought the two mages to a different realm of passion.

Suddenly unable to maintain her rather limited composure in front of the dragon mage any longer, Lucy moved her mouth from his and bit lightly at his neck as she jumped and wrapped her legs around his hips. The heat he generated was glorious; she wanted to bask there for the rest of her days, but she had more important things to take care of.

She clung to him as he moved them off the wall and headed toward her bed. It was funny—he appeared so often there against her wishes, but the thought of him there on invitation made her heart beat faster and her knees to go to jelly.

Natsu seemed to notice the sudden quickening of pulse and breath and grinned against her as he worried the sensitive skin behind her ear with his teeth. He dropped her unceremoniously onto the bed, straddling her hips and leaning down to press his mouth back to hers violently with a clash of teeth and tongue.

At that moment, Lucy didn't care that they were both drunk, that Natsu would never be this willingly coerced. She didn't even care that he was being rough with her, though she secretly found it ungodly sexy. Her many forming hickies could be hidden with makeup. She didn't care that both of them would probably regret this breach of their friendship in the morning. Right now it was physical. This wasn't feeling, but she didn't want it to stop.

They came up for air, Natsu pushing her hair from her flushed face as he moved off of her. Lucy made a surprised noise of displeasure at the sudden lack of heat resting on her stomach. He looked down at her sadly, a smudge of red lipstick glaring at her from his neck.

"Good night, Lucy," he said, placing his palm over her lips and kissing the back of his hand. "Not like this."

And then he was gone, the apartment door closing with an almost inaudible click.

Lucy curled over on her side, squeezing her eyes shut. They both knew their feelings: they couldn't stay simply friends forever. But one night at the bar wouldn't change his mind. Not like this. At least there was hope.