Why Lucy can't eat strawberries
Long, slim fingers twirled a plump strawberry through a bowl of crisp, white, freshly made whipped cream. His eyes were glued to the fruit as she absentmindedly lifted it to her face. And there, she paused, too engrossed in her book to finish the two inch distance to her mouth.
Two breaths hitched, one in excitement to the story being unfolded from the pages before her, the other in anticipation from the fruit's journey. Finally, she moved her eyes from the book to the strawberry, and took a bite. Sharp, small, pearly white teeth cut through the flesh of the red, ripe fruit, while cream eased out around her lips. She nibbled her way around the green leafed top, and then dropped the remains on a paper towel. A small, pink tongue slipped out from her mouth to lick up the leftover whipped cream as she reached over for another.
A fist slammed onto the counter, startling everyone in the guild. Swiftly after, a low growl echoed through the room, followed by a slight "YIP", and a cloud of dust was left where Natsu had been. The only thing left at Lucy's stool was the book, haphazardly dropped on the paper towel, covering the stem tops.
Mirajane chuckled, "Well, he lasted longer than I thought he would!"
Back at Lucy's apartment
"Dammit Natsu!" A laughing Lucy yelled out. "You can't just steal me away in front of the entire guild! They're going to get ideas about us!"
"Well, then you shouldn't eat strawberries like that!" Natsu growled. He was straddling the smiling blonde, a devilish smirk spread across his face. In one hand, he was holding the bowl of berries and whipped cream, while the other toyed with the buttons of her top.
"How should I eat them?"
He picked a fruit from the bowl, scooping a heaping pile of cream with it. Her smirk faltered as his eyes moved back to her. As the cool cream sild across her now bare chest, her breath stopped in surprised. He quickly ate the berry, and then leaned down to her. His tongue darted out, lapping up the sugary, sweet trail. "Like this…"
"Oh!" was the last proper sentence spoken in the bedroom from the rest of the afternoon.