Her, no, their poor bed. Their poor sheets. Well Lucy didn't have a care for either at the moment, her voice coming in short gasps and longer moans, "I... I can't... I ...N-Natssuu~.."

That probably translated to 'I can't help it', see. She really couldn't, not with the way his name was on her lips with every yell, or the way her body curved up towards his, shivering from the feel of his lips. After the fact she undoubtedly would not be able to so much as move, though that was yet in the future.