Like Natsu, Lucy's vocabulary was minimized to his name, sometimes in incomplete grunts. It took but a few more thrusts before she clenched tightly around him again, sensation feeling like it exploded through her body as she screamed his name, fairly clinging to her bed like she thought she'd fall off from the tremor that flooded her.

Her one small blessing might be that she had nothing left to add to the current mess of the blankets. She was gasping, sweaty and light-headed by the time her climax had released her, unable or unwilling to move from the exhausted slump of her body immediately.