The Musebox: Where all the Fluff, Randomness and Sm...er....

And Natsu would be treated to even more cries of his name, though some of the words would be barely articulate. She belted his name out with a howl of pleasure each time they came together, and she marked him - his neck rather - with sharp bites until she clumsily sought his his lips for a hungry, aggressive kiss. Her hands never stopped clawing and pulling at him - if anything they dug in harder with the increase in intensity.