A new story! Look at that! I'm not dead... yet.
I'm trying my hand at a bit of a Fairy Tail fic, mostly because I am in lovelovelove with Fairy Tail (and Natsu and Lucy) and I've got a few plot bunnies. Best to get this out before Uni starts up again.
I hope you enjoy whatever my crazy mind can come up with. Please leave feedback! It's very nice and makes any authors day-or night!
Disclaimer: Despite popular demand, I still don't own anything important or useful. Since Fairy Tail falls under these categories, I guess I don't own it. Darn.
He turned to his female companion, deep, synthetic bass reverberating through to his very soul, and regarded her with curious onyx eyes. A single pink – salmon – lock fell into his field of vision as he surveyed his humming counterpart.
Her blonde hair fell in loose curls, just reaching past her shoulder blades. Usually bright brown eyes were hidden behind their lids, her long, dark lashes leaving spiked shadows across her slightly flushed cheeks. A cute button nose led his wandering gaze down to her soft, darkened lips. Without a doubt his companion, comrade, client, partner, best friend, whatever anyone wanted to label their connection, was stunningly gorgeous.
As the song finished and moved onto something a little more 'trance-fusion', whatever the hell that really meant; a droplet of sweat traversed the sharp planes of his face, down his neck, over his collarbones and down his well-developed chest, finally stopping in the rigid contours of his abs. He couldn't imagine surviving in this almost unbearable heat whilst being what Lucy liked to call 'appropriately covered'. Score one for the vest – zero Lucy's logic. It wasn't like anyone had ever complained. Hell, when he wore a 'normal' shirt, girls constantly pouted and asked what happened to his usual outfits. Watching Lucy snarl like an enraged beast was funny; until she'd turned her anger on him. Never again had he forsaken his open vests.
At the next song change those oh-so-expressive brown eyes directed themselves to his figure, catching his own lingering orbs easily. A single perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose, probably to question his blatant staring, before she was distracted by the – now offensive – pink strands partially covering his right eye. A dainty hand rose and brushed back the salmon lock, catching briefly in the rest of his untameable mane and lingering on his forehead. A light blush stained her cheeks, probably as she realised the implications of such an intimate touch. Whilst Lucy was beautiful and confident in her 'sexual appeal', she was vastly inexperienced in the world of dating. It was, Natsu supposed, to be expected of the crown princess of Fiore.
Steeling his nerves, Natsu leaned across, closing the minute gap between them and re-caught her attention. He motioned for her to follow before turning and walking from the basement they had been occupying for the last hour or so. Up the stairs, by-passing a number of drunken college students participating in a plethora of activities they would no doubt regret come morning, Natsu exited Laxus and Mira's house and made his way across the lawn, Lucy close on his heels.
After the loud, cramped, sweltering hot-pot in the basement, the crisp night air was incredibly welcome. He gulped down breaths, letting the clear air replace the smoky, potentially hazardous waste which had been filling his lungs until that point.
A quick glance into the sky let him know that he had to move fast or wait another year or more. Quickening his pace he led the patient, curious blonde into the woods bordering the quiet – excluding Laxus and Mira – housing estate. When they had finally – a full five minutes later – reached the large, hollow oak Natsu stopped. Now came the part he wasn't so sure how to do. His only clues were his father's vague words, spoken over a decade ago. They were shouted at him between a lecture on responsibility, finding his mate and not… destroying things? All he knew was that he needed a willing female with potent, untapped powers, the summer solstice, a southern country, a full moon and that was about it. He was pretty sure.
"Lucy… do you believe in magic?" His voice was soft, hesitant and he would – never – admit to being slightly afraid of her answer.
"Magic? Like fairy tales? I thought people were supposed to grow out of that stuff." Her voice mirrored his own, lightly breaking as she thought of her mother, now long gone, the woman who had made her promise to never forget magic and fairies.
"Magic; like elves, pixies, unicorns, ghosts, demons, harpies, mermaids and sprites." His eyes bored into her own, silently searching, beseeching her to know the correct answer.
"Magic; like dragons."
Her gasp and the subsequent widening of her eyes, the smell of her fear, caused his own eyes to narrow, an automatic defense. How many human stories had it taken for his sweet, caring Lucy to become afraid of his people?
His hand reached out of its own accord, seeking to comfort and connect, fingers gently pushing up her chin to focus her full attention back on him. Their eyes locked once more, he willed the last of his magic to surface, feeling the pitch black scales forming under his eyes and the heat returning to his stomach. It had been so long. Too long; much too long.
"Dragons? I've always wanted to meet one of those." Her soft words, coupled with the exceedingly gentle brush of fingertips against the sleek surface of his scales had him grinning, revealing newly elongated and sharpened canines. Who'd have thought it would be so easy for the dragon to get the princess?
Just as the moon reached the peak of its travels a soft light enveloped the two making Lucy's eyes widen in both awe and confusion. A second later and they were gone.