It's been a while since I last wrote sitting at my desk. It took me a while to get back into the mind set. Once again I am relieved of this writer's block that I loath so much. Letting my feather pen dance upon my paper with grace. With every step and move it makes a new mark is placed. The words flowing through my hands into my pen's dance. The details I have placed into this dark story. "The darkness that surrounds us all. Scared and frightened of this darkness. Chained and unable to touch the light which seemed so close yet so distant. I can't help but curl up in my own fear." I wrote on.
BAM! RIP!
"GOD DAMN IT NATSU! WHY!" I yell towards the direction the crash came from.
"WHY WHAT?" he yells in response.
"Come on, I just got rid of my writers block and now you come crashing in like you own the place and then you expect me no to get mad at you for-" He stops me mid sentence. Wrapping his arms around me, his lips pressed against mine, His hand holding my back and the other on my lower back. I felt his tongue break through the gates i call my lips. Wandering and exploring new places. I got into it.
"Now, hows about we give your story a new line" he suggests.
Happy flies in through the window. "NATSU!"
"What's wrong, Haps?" he replies looking away from me. I drop my hands down, Leaving his grasp to get back to writing with new found inspiration.
"WE HAVE NO FISHHHHH!" He cries.
"well, go fishing?" he calms Happy down.
I take my place at my desk once again. Taking my pen into a new embrace within my hand. I wrote down all the mix emotions I had felt just now. I had taken account of all the events that had just occurred. I let the main character fall in love with the man who had captured her at first. He after 2 days of keeping her hostage, he began to think of her as more. Her extraordinary beauty underneath how she looked after these 2 days without a good shower.
Natsu moves my hand. I give him a look. He kisses my forehead and walks into the kitchen. I looked up in his direction as he walks. DAMN THAT ASS. I regain my focus on my partially done novel.
"You want anything?" he called out. My silence said it all.
Hours later as the skies begin to darken I am at the end of the final act of this scene. I guess I could say, I am at the closing of this play. I lay my feathered pen down. The dance is over and the moves recorded. I look through the coordinated steps and flip through the pages. I place the pages together. I grab a hand made leather bound folder I had made when I still lived in the great white castle that was my childhood home.
He came up behind me with small cookies, and fresh warm tea. I pick up the cup and press the edge against my lips about to take a sip. I decided not to. I put it back down and take a cookie.
"Did I make it wrong?" he says with an innocently worried look and a hint of disappointment.
"No it's perfect it's just. I think we should eat out." I say walking towards the kitchen looking for the basket when I spot the corner above the cabinets. I try to reach for it. form one moment to the next I feel his strength lift me up 3 feet in the air and I grab the basket.
"thank you?" I say looking down at him and his gorgeous white smile. "So where shall we go?" I ask him.
"How about we stay inside." he smirks holding me in a way that our bodies are pressed against one another.