Notes: a lot of good things happened to me lately. Also, today's my birthday, yeay! And since the current FT 100 years quest granted my (well, everyone's) wish to see the whole trope of "Lucy calming down a raging Natsu", I present you another oneshot.
Disclaimer: (un)fortunately I do not own FT.
Knock, Knock
Summary: Who the hell knocks on his door impatiently at 3 am? Apparently, his drunk, gorgeous blonde female neighbor that he had always wanted to talk to but too chicken to do it.
A loud thump was heard through his front apartment door, jerking Natsu out of his dreamless sleep.
"Huh?" he blinked slowly, trying to listen to the source of the sound. As if to mock him, several thumps reappeared, this time rhythmically. Natsu scoffed, who in the world wasn't sane enough to differentiate a door and a drum? What was more, every thump was so loud!
Natsu groaned, covering his head with another pillow to shield his hearings from unwanted sounds. It did not work. In fact, the sounds became louder and it annoyed him to no end.
He forced his onyx eyes to open, glancing slightly at the clock. 3 am. Great. For all he knew, he rarely woke up at this ungodly hourㅡhe was not a morning person and he greatly disliked waking up in the morning if it was not necessary.
"Open uuuup!" came a girly voice from outside, a little bit slurred. Natsu jumped from the bed, not even bothering to wear a shirt because he was going to deal with his visitor real quick and going back to sleep afterward.
He hurriedly unlocked his door and opened it rougher than he had intended, preparing to yell at whoever it was but then his heart leaped out of his chest.
Oh, no, this was not happening, he was dreaming, he was sure of it.
There, in front of him, stood the girl of his dreams, her long messy blonde hair framed her heart shaped pretty face. She was comfortably clad in only shorts and a tight black tank top, showing her perfect curves and not to mention her cleavage.
Natsu Dragneel certainly did not expect his hot neighbor he had been pining over a month to knock his door at 3 am. Nope.
He slapped his cheek, only to find it stung a little.
"Uh… what, erm, can I help ya?"
Instead, she giggled the cute laugh he usually heard whenever she was with her friends. Her face was flushed, and her gaze was directed to his bare chest.
Natsu gulped.
"Heyyyyy," she stumbled a little after she took a step forward. She giggled again. "You're so cuteee." She proceeded to talk nonsense, in which Natsu deadpanned.
A sudden realization dawned on his face. She was drunk, alright. A happy drunk at that. He couldn't possible leave her outside, and she was lucky that the next morning Natsu didn't have anything scheduled. He might as well took care of her. While he was a bit disappointed that she wasn't sober enough to practically throw herself at him and called him cute, but eh, it was enough. (It actually wasn't)
He dragged her inside before locking his door. He ignored the butterflies in his stomach because apparently he was alone with his crush inside his apartment!
"Wh-what are you doing, idioooot?" she hiccuped slightly. Damn, she was cute.
"I should've asked the same thing to you," Natsu grumbled, leading her to sit on his sofa. "Why are you drunk?"
"Hmmm," she tapped her finger on her lips, "dunno." Then she grinned innocently.
Natsu sighed, making himself comfortable on the sofa. He ruffled his head, however, after realizing that he never really had taken care a drunk person before. What if she barfed on his sofa?
"Alright, do you want a glass of water?" he asked her, silently enjoying her angelic sight basking under the moonlight. He was glad he didn't close the curtain earlier.
She only nodded her head, her eyes sparkling in delight. He couldn't help but to smile.
"But can you pet me first?" she suddenly said out of the blue. The gear in Natsu's head stopped functioning.
"Excuse me?" he asked blankly.
"I wanna purr. Make me purr," she pouted, her pink kissable lips even more noticeable. Natsu ran his hand through his hair.
"Erm, you ain't a cat, so you can't," he pointed out nervously. Real smooth Dragneel. No, wait a second, since when did she climb his lap?! Why- why was her face so close to his? He could feel her soft breath fanning his face that he didn't notice her small hands guiding his own to her chin.
"Here," she offered with a coy smile. "Pet me here."
Natsu only gazed at her distractedly, allowing his fingers to rub her chin somewhat affectionately. Her response to him was pricelessㅡoh, did he even deserve a goddess like her sitting on his lap begging for him to pet her?
A small whimper of contentment escaped her mouth, making his mouth dry.
He ridiculously was hoping for a real purr, but any sounds she made was enough to send him into a full bliss. Talk about being whipped for a mere 'crush'. He pulled his hand away from her as if she was burning.
"You're drunk," he stated obviously and of course, nervously as he tried to stand up. She moved away from his lap in which he let out a relieved sigh. "I'm gonna bring you some water," he declared weakly.
"Ya know," she started quietly. "'Am not that drunk," she mumbled.
"Yeah, sure you don't," Natsu replied from the kitchen, walking back to the living room with a glass of water. The girl accepted without words, drinking it slowly.
"My mouth's kinda bitter," she complained.
"You're gonna have a hangover in the morning, too," the pink haired man gave her a grin.
"Mmm, don't remind me that," she sighed after placing the glass on the coffee table beside her. "I didn't even want 'ta get drunk in the first place." A hiccup.
Natsu quirked an eyebrow at her, "so, like, your friend mixed your drink or somethin'?
"It's possible, we had a sleep over at my apartment after all," she shrugged. "Liquid courage, they said."
"For what?" Natsu found himself asking curiously. The blonde girl hesitated for a moment, until a second of silence passed, then she mumbled something incoherently.
"Huh? What was that?"
"To talk to you," she muttered, with flaming cheeks. Her warm brown eyes met his onyx ones, filled with determination, slight fear and embarrassment. She turned her head to the other side after that, as if realizing what she had just said, resulting in her screaming to her hands.
On the other hands, Natsu's eyes widened.
She also wanted to talk to him. She also noticed him! He let her confession sunk into his brain, making his lips lifted into a smirk.
"Ahhh, forget it, this is so embarassing, I can't believe this," she moaned to herself, not bothering his presence beside her anymore. Natsu laughed, turning her gently to look at him.
"Look, ya don't have to be afraid, um…?"
"Lucy," she said, still avoiding his eyes.
Alright, he felt stupid; he didn't even try to know her name even after a month he saw her frequently.
"Yeah, Lucy." Her name rolled off his tongue smoothly. "So, I have lots of things to tell you too when you're sober but I think you gotta have some rest first."
Despite his heart beating wildly in his chest, he gave Lucy a reassuring grin.
He actually wanted to tell her everything when she was drunk too, but he had had enough being a chicken. Lucy herself took the infamous 'liquid courage' route, though involuntarily, but still Natsu appreciated that. An image of Gray and Gajeel mocking his crush on her appeared in a flash, and that was when he decided to tell her tomorrow morning instead.
He ignored his worry though. There was a possibility she'd leave tomorrow and never wanted to see him again. Maybe, maybe she mistook him for another person. Or maybe-
Two arms encircled themselves around Natsu's neck. "Thank'chu Natsu, you're the beeeesst," her words and giggles were muffled due to her lips pressing against his collar bone, and once again Natsu's brain shut down. He did catch Lucy saying his name, though. That comforted him a little. At least she knew his name. Soon he heard a soft snore coming out of her. He sighed as he carried her to his bed.
Sleeping on the sofa didn't sound appealing, but it was worth it. For now.
Contrary to what he had heard last night, the sound that greeted him in the morning was the beautiful chirpings of birds. He stretched on the sofa, letting out a groan. Damn, his back hurt, but Lucy-
Oh, yeah, Lucy. He really gotta check on her if he didn't want her to barf of his sheets.
Instead, he was also greeted with an empty bed room. It seemed that his visitor was already in the bathroom, throwing up the whole contents in her stomach, because it was hard to not hear it anyway. Natsu hurriedly peeked through his half closed bathroom door only to see Lucy sat in front of his toilet.
"You okay?" he asked. Lucy stared at him tiredly, even with her hair sticking to her forehead and bags under her eyes, Natsu had to admit she was still pretty.
"Define okay," she muttered before barfing again. He stepped into his bathroom, searching for any pain meds in his cabinet. Grasping some, he squatted beside Lucy, rubbing the back of her neck comfortingly.
"Come on, lemme get you some water so you can drink these," he gave her some pills which she reluctantly took. Flushing the toilet, she stood up with his help.
Then they were back at his sofa, like last night.
It was more quiet and awkward, to say at least. Now that she was sober, Natsu couldn't even find the right words to say. He was simply afraid to ruin the moment. Though he knew maybe he'd never have another chance to talk to her after this.
But- she was just so beautiful, he was tongue tied.
Natsu scratched the back of his head, opening his mouth to speak, but Lucy beat him to it.
"I'm terribly sorry," she squeaked, a blush forming on her cheeks. He failed to notice her small glances to his abs, though.
Playing it cool, he shrugged and gave her a crooked grin. "It's fine, really."
She gave him her own smile, "No, seriously. Who the hell knocks at someone's door at 3 am?"
"You," Natsu laughed good-humoredly. "It was a fun experience for me, actually. I mean, I've been wanting to talk to you and then you just showed up. That was hard to forget."
There, he said it!
The redness of her cheeks hadn't yet to disappear. "Well, um," she licked her lips, "I do, too."
"That's nice to hear. Honestly, I'm too chicken to even approach ya, you're just… so pretty," he coughed the last word, and this time, a slight blush appeared on his cheeks too.
"Oh, um," she fidgeted on her seat, "thank you."
"Seeing you so shy right now is so weird," Natsu mused out loud. "Last night you were throwing yourself to me."
That seemed to trigger her a bit. "Please, I don't even want to remember that."
"But you were so cute," Natsu smirked.
"Oh geez, don't you sweet talk me now," she rolled her eyes playfully.
"Really babe? Getting feisty in the mornin'?" he responded with a chuckle.
"Shush," she blushed even harder. "Now, would you please let me go home? I have.. friends to take care of."
"The one who told you to do this liquid courage thingy?"
"Can't you stop teasing me? I still have a headache here," she got off her seat, crossing her arms.
Natsu stared at her, clearly amused. She was interesting indeed. A weirdo, but he liked it. So much that he wanted to know her more. He wondered how he pushed all of his insecurities aside to get up and approach her closer than before. The good thing was, she didn't move away. She still stood several inches shorter than him, her head tilted up to stare at his face somewhat expectantly, but at the same time challengingly.
God, he fell even harder for her.
His hands ghosted over her jaw, his lips beside her ear, "how about I take you to dinner?"
Maybe his offer was so sudden that she didn't answer him right away, her own hands hovering over his chiseled abs- not quite touching, and it tortured him. Their eyes met, brown eyes searching certainty in his eyes. "Well, that sounds good," she whispered eventually with a small smirk.
"When are you free?" he whispered back.
"Hmm, I'm free for today, actually."
"Good. Expect me at your front door tonight, 'kay?" he smiled as he saw her nodding.
Before they could even do anything more, she took a step back and walked to his door as if nothing happened.
"Now as what I've said before: can I go home now?" she smiled, her eyes twinkling in mischief.
For a moment, Natsu tried to grasp what had just happened. "What if I said you can't?" he retorted back, unlocking his door anyway.
"That's too bad, then," she stuck her tongue out at him which he responded by a smirk.
Once she was outside of his apartment, she smiled genuinely for the last time. "Again, thank you, Natsu. For last night. I must've bothered you so much, I'm sorry."
"As I said, don't sweat it, Lucy."
They stood for a good several seconds, smiling bashfully at each other like some lovesick puppies, before Lucy laughed sheepishly.
"Um, see you later?"
"Okay, sure."
She turned her body away from him, so he expected her to leave already. But noㅡshe decided to surprise Natsu for the umpteenth time since last night, grabbing the back of his neck and molding their lips together.
He let out a surprised noise out of his throat, greatly shocked as she moved her lips against his slightly before pulling away. She let out a squeak (a trait that soon he learned about her) before running to her own apartment that was two doors away.
Touching his tingling lips, he leaned against his door frame, sighing dreamily which was actually so out of character for him but he didn't give a damn.
That vixen would be the death of him.
I'm thinking to make another chapter based on Lucy's POV, what do you think?
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