Author's Note: Cannonically, Lucy doesn't have any scars, but I wantes this one to focus on her, so I made up my own. Please leave a review and enjoy~
They lay in bed one late summer night, the covers thrown off and dressed in as little clothing as possible. Lucy was clad in only her lacy bra and panties, her blonde hair spilled over her back and shoulders as she lies on her stomach, her head turned towards him, while Natsu was wearing a simple pair of boxers. Warm breeze wafted in through to open window, barely doing anything to alleviate the heat that had assaulted them for the entire day. Despite the humidity, Lucy still has an arm tossed over Natsu's torso, unwilling to be completely apart from him, though the rest of their bodies aren't pressed against each other like they normally are. She was close enough, though, that Natsu can feel her breaths puff against his bare side as she breathed, the feeling ticklish, but reassuring and calming nonetheless. It was far too hot for either of them to possibly fall asleep, so Natsu stared at the ceiling, his arms spread out, wishing that the summer weather wasn't so insufferable, so he could cuddle Lucy and get some sleep. But much to his displeasure, the heavens ignored him, and the perpetual heat continued.
Lucy shifted beside him, lifting her head and resting it on the bed so she could look up at him. Natsu glanced down at her curiously, and Lucy huffed. "I can't sleep," she complained, her voice tired and a bit upset.
Natsu turned on his side so he could properly look down at her, resting his head on his hand, his elbow holding him up. "Me neither," he admitted with a sigh. "This heat is making it impossible.
"Sadly," Lucy agreed regretfully, raising herself on the arm she drew close to her chest, propping her chin on her hand. "But, we may as well make use of the time."
Natsu nodded with her logic. "May as well," he repeated. He reached out with his free hand, brushing a lock of her golden hair from where is was stuck to her forehead and tucking it behind her ear. His thumb brushed against a thin scar on her cheekbone, so pale and thin it was almost unnoticeable. He tried to remember what caused it, but he couldn't come up with anything.
"Where's this one from?" He asked her, brushing over it again.
Lucy shrugged. "I don't know," she replied. "I never really figured out where it came from. Probably something as a result of one of the missions we went on."
Natsu hummed, his fingers trailing down her face to her neck, finding the scar he knew was at the right side base of her throat. It wasn't very big, only about two inches in length. He vaguely remembers that one- she had acquired it on a mission involving a small avalanche of rocks.
He dragged his fingers down to her right shoulder, nudging the strap of her bra to the side so he could see the large scar. It was a jagged one, pale and thick, but not long. This one came from the serrated knife of an enemy from a past battle. Natsu recalled being absolutely furious with the bastard who had dared harm her, the only thing stopping him from him down was the fact that Lucy needed the wound tended to. He frowned, but moved on, bringing his fingers down her arm when she stretched him out for him to see. He found nothing but a small dot of a scar or two, until he came to her hand. A soft, happy smile graced his lips as he traced the thin scar that stretched from the skin between her thumb and index finger to just below her pinkie finger. He loves this scar and the memories that came with it; it was created the night Natsu proposed to her, a cut made so they could forge a blood oath to each other- an oath that they live by every day of their lives.
Natsu lifted her hand to his mouth and gently pressed a kiss to the scar, his love for her clear in the gesture. He released her hand and cupped her face, gazing at her lovingly. Lucy smiled at him, the curve of her plump lips soft.
Natsu brought his hand down once more, his fingers finding their way to the scar above her heart. His expression tightened as he remembered the event associated with this one, the sheer terror he had felt when it happened. The enemy's knife piercing her skin, her cry of pain, the rush of adrenaline her sound caused, making him leap forward and tackle the enemy before he hurt her further.
Not wanting to dwell on old fears, Natsu trailed his fingers to her left arm. He found the skin to be unblemished, save for a single, long, thin scar that stretched nearly the entire length of her forearm. This one happened because of a loosened grip on a knife, causing it to slip and slice her arm. It wasn't deep, but it was long, starting from her inner elbow, all the way to the opposite side of her inner wrist.
Natsu lifted his hand and rested it on her side, gliding it over the expanse of her back. A thick, long scar rested on her left shoulder blade and stretched diagonally down for a good five inches. Lucy got this one from the sword on an enemy, taken by surprise while her back had been turned. Luckily enough, the man hadn't gotten far, and the would was relatively short compared to what it would have been. Still, Natsu pounded that man until he was an unresponsive heap of beaten flesh.
With him saying a word, Lucy rolled onto her back, exposing her torso for his examination. A thin cut went from her ribs on her left side to her front, barely visible when looking directly at her. That was from an arrow; Lucy had been lucky enough that it merely skimmed her side, not going any deeper.
On her right hip was a large, pale scar, just above her panties. She had gotten it from being shoved into a sharp, protruding slab of rubble by a surviving enemy from a battle. Natsu remembers how much pain Lucy was in after it had happened- it had taken two months to properly heal. It was deep and jagged, so it was no surprise.
Natsu dragged his fingers down to her legs. In the middle of her left thigh was a thick, straight scar, something Lucy had inflicted on herself purposefully. Natsu's nose crinkled in displeasure as he thought back to why she had done so. Lucy had been separated from Natsu during an incredibly dangerous mission, but she couldn't call out to him, as their target, and extremely skilled black mage, was a mere two yards from where Lucy was hiding behind a boulder. She had tried, she told him, to think of an alternative, but she couldn't come up with anything, the mage growing ever closer to her vulnerable self. So, she had sliced her leg open, swallowing down a scream of pain, praying with all her heart that Natsu would be able to pick up on the smell of her blood. It had worked, but Natsu berated her for it afterwards.
Still, it meant that she was here today, with a lot more experience and quite a collection of scars.
He raised his green eyes to her face, finding her watching him with indecipherable emotions in her beautiful brown eyes. He smiled at her softly, bringing his hand up to face again. "I love you, Lucy," he whispered, every word holding indescribable feelings for her, the sheer amount of love her had for her overwhelming.
She relaxed then, the strange look in her eyes melting away at his words. She reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking his cheekbone loving. " I love you too, Natsu," she murmured, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. She pulled back after a moment, a small smile on her she lowered her head, resting it on his chest, just above his heart. Natsu wrapped an arm around her and tucked her close to him, and the pair basked in each other's comforting presence.
That is, until… "Goddamn heat!"