When she was just a little girl, Lucy enjoyed sitting next to her mother in front of the fire. She loved the stories her mother would tell her on the several meanings of fire. And as she saw the flames move with elegance she understood that fire was about life, but also about warmth and light. Her mother had always told her, where there is fire there is light, and where there is light there is happiness. Warmth and light was all Lucy needed and wanted when her mother died, leaving the ashes turn into dust. And the lack of fire made Lucy feel uneasy, cold and unsafe.
On her first night alone in the woods after she had left the great Heartfilia mansion, she understood fire also meant survival. It seemed so wild in front of her, so alive, fighting for itself. She tried to follow the movements it made she really did but they were changing and never the same. After a few days she got curious about how warm it could feel. So she moved her hand forward and enjoyed the warmth and the heat on her hand. Unfortunately she let it stay a bit too long and burnt her hand a little. And there she understood fire was also pain and danger.
When two men held her on that boat and she saw that guy, Natsu was it? It didn't click right away, her brain didn't make the connexion so fast. But as she saw the harbour destroyed by the fire, she understood fire wasn't only about warmth, light, life, survival, danger and pain. It was also about destruction. And through Natsu, massive destruction.
As Lucy joined Fairy Tail and got to go on more and more missions with Natsu, she really got the destruction side of fire. But the more dangerous the missions were, the more she noticed fire was as much life as it was danger. And in Natsu's hands, it was also love and friendship. When Natsu trained or fought, she could see fire for what it really was. It was power, love, life, danger, wild. And she loved it for it. Fire was what felt like home.
Natsu playing with fire was pure elegance, pure easiness. He showed her all Lucy's mother had told her about fire without even realising it. And Lucy started to wonder if her mother had only meant all of it about fire.
And that's why it didn't surprise her as much as she thought it would when she found out she was in love with Natsu. Fire was everything she had ever known and loved. Natsu was fire. And just like fire, he made her feel warm, safe, loved, and alive.
And with his burning trails of kisses over her body and the heat emanating from their entangled bodies, she discovered fire was about passion too.
Fire was alive. And so was Natsu. And after all, so was she.
