Little Things
He liked the softness of her pale, milky, smooth skin, skin he liked to kiss and caress. He liked the he warmth of her chocolate-brown eyes whenever they managed to meet at night.
He liked her eyes because they were beautiful, a beautiful chocolate-brown, because they held so many emotions. Love, lust, happiness... Emotions she only felt for him.
He liked her long, golden hair cascaded to her shoulders that he always played with whenever she let him, her pink, soft, sweet, thin lips that he loved to kiss.
He liked her soft, delicate, small hands that she ran through his hair to try to get him to sleep, her slim waist he loved to run his hands over, her curvaceous body he liked to ogle at, her small, delicate feet and their high arches.
He liked the pink of her cheeks whenever he did something naughty to her, said something naughty to her.
He liked her gorgeous, sweet smile and he perfectly even, sparkling white teeth that he could stare at all day long. He liked her ever-exposed neck, which he liked to place butterfly kisses on.
He liked her pale legs, even though they weren't long, because he just... Liked them. There was no explanation for it. They were just nice to look at. He supposed he liked them because she always let him kiss her thighs, and he loved the feel of her soft skin against his lips.
He liked her height, the fact that she was shorter than him, because it enabled him to carry her whenever he wanted. He liked her height because he was able to lean down and kiss her. He liked her height because she had to stand on her tip toes to be able to kiss him.
He liked her derriere. Who wouldn't like a girl's behind? He was only male, after all. He liked that it was soft, but she rarely let him touch it, and when he did, without permission, she would blush and smack his hand way.
He liked her breasts. They were soft, sweet and just beautiful.
He liked her back, especially when it was bare, so he can trace her spine gently with his fingers and caress her soft skin.
He liked her sweet, caring personality, her fiery temper. He especially liked it when she uttered soft, sweet moans when they made love, which was pretty rare. They rarely had the chance to make love.
He liked that she glowed whenever he was around, he liked that he was the only one who could make her laugh, really laugh. He liked her laugh, it sounded like bells softly chiming in the wind.
He liked the way she dance, it was sexy and innocent and teasing all at the same time. He liked the way she snored, just soft, breathy sounds.
He liked that he was the only guy who made her blush. He liked the way she crinkled her nose when she was disgusted, it was adorable to look at.
He liked the way her hand fit in his. He liked the way she fit into his arms...
He liked Lucy Heartfilia.
No, like was an understatement. He loved Lucy Heartfilia. And everything about her.
Short, I know. No plot. It isn't really a story. I don't know what it is, I just had to write it. Sorry about my grammar. English isn't my first language. I tried my best. I will try to update my other stories soon. Sorry for not updating. Thanks for reading.
