Reason Two: Her Scent
Everyone—whether they knew it or not—had their own special, unique scent. It's very faint, but it's there. You may happen to catch a whiff of someone's distinct scent when they walk by you or when you're very close to them. Most people don't notice this, but Natsu sure as hell does.
He was a dragon slayer for fuck's sake. All his senses were ridiculously enhanced. What may sound like a water drop to others, sounds like a waterfall to him. He was able to tell every individual ingredient in a single taste. A spritz of perfume to normal people was a drenched, stinky motherfucker to Natsu.
All in all, it was a gift. And a curse. However, a certain blonde was tipping the odds in the favor of gift.
Natsu greedily inhaled her intoxicating aroma. He buried his face deeper into Lucy's pillow, his body taking up the whole bed. Natsu had always been able to identify everyone's scent with a certain thing. Like, for example, Gray had a sort of spearmint, winter-fresh smell. Wendy had a wind-blown scent, like leaves blowing on an autumn day. And so on.
But Lucy. Mavis, Lucy. She just had to drive him crazy with that stupid, addicting scent of hers. It was nearly impossible for Natsu to pin down and explain her exact smell. It was like it was always changing, but managed to still maintain the same special Lucy thing. Did that make sense? It changed, but stayed the same?
Natsu groaned in frustration. Even without trying, his blonde partner drove him insane.
"Natsu." Natsu mumbled something incoherent in response, unwilling to move. "Natsu." This time he nodded his head a bit to show he had heard her. "Natsu Dragneel, I swear, if you had just jumped on to my bed without taking a shower or a bath first, I am going to murder—"
Natsu lifted his head abruptly, not wanting to face Lucy's wrath. "I'm clean, Luce, I swear!" Her brown orbs eyed him suspiciously. His trademark grin took over his face as he had a brilliant idea. "You wanna check?"
"How would I be able to—" In one swift move, Natsu leapt off of Lucy's bed and pulled her into his arms, causing the surprised blonde to crash into his chest. He slipped his arms around her, pressing her closer to him. She gave a soft "Oh!", but didn't fight him. Natsu dipped his head, trailing his nose against the slender column of her neck. He struggled to control himself and to not inhale her scent like a madman. As he breathed in, he detected the smell of the soap she had just used and right underneath it, that unique Lucy scent that made Lucy, well, Lucy. "N-natsu?" The celestial mage whispered, her small, delicate hands coming up to his chest.
Nastu suddenly felt drowsy. Lucy's scent was like a drug—he always wanted—no. He always needed more. It warmed him inside and out, like a blanket. "Hmm?" He answered lazily, his head now resting on his partner's left shoulder. His nose was still pressed into her skin, but at her collarbone now. He wanted to go to sleep, but at the same time, he didn't want to leave his spot from Lucy. There was only one solution for this. "Sleep with me, Luce." His onyx eyes peered up to look into her chocolate ones.
Without waiting for a solid answer, Natsu swept her up into his arms, bridal-style. Lucy let out a (cute) squeak, her arms instinctively wrapping around Natsu's neck. A crooked smile made its way to his face as he made his way over to the bed. Whether from the shock from being carried or the embarrassingly intimate way he had said that, Lucy's blush-stained cheeks burned against his chest.
Gently placing the girl onto the bed, Natsu wasted no time in laying down himself, curling around the blonde.
"Natsu," his partner whined, feeling quite awkward with the arrangements. "What are you—"
He hushed her with a soft, "Shh". Lifting her head with his right palm, he placed his arm under her as a makeshift pillow. With his free arm, he draped it over the curve of her waist, pulling her impossibly close. Her back was firmly pressed into his front, the extra warmth coming from her a treat for Natsu. He nuzzled his nose into her neck, drowning himself in her mouthwatering scent. "Stay with me." Vulnerability showed in his voice. He felt her relax in his hold and he smiled into her skin.
"Are you okay, Natsu?" She whispered, unused to this softer side of the normally strong and (hyper) active dragon slayer. Natsu's fingers were suddenly intertwined with lighter, nimbler ones.
He nodded. "Just stay with me." It was her turn to nod. Cuddling into his arm, Lucy made herself comfortable. In a few moments, her breathing evened and Natsu could tell the blonde mage was fast asleep. Funny, although Natsu was tired not even five minutes ago, he found himself wide awake. He shut his eyes anyways, trying to lull himself to sleep.
As soon as he did, his other senses heightened even more, causing Lucy's scent to overwhelm him. But this time...there was something different. Natsu opened his eyes, confused. He pulled his head back and took a sniff of the air.
There was Lucy's scent—as usual—but now there was something else, something more intermingled with it. It was...his scent.
Natsu's eyes widened. Normally, his own scent would be not strong enough even for him to catch a whiff of. Not matter how long he spent in Lucy's apartment, her fragrance would always be the number one and only (food doesn't count) thing he would smell. However, it seemed as though the two different aromas were equal now.
His smoky, campfire odor was fused with her special Lucy smell.
Natsu felt a roguish smirk grace his lips as he thought longer about what he had just learned.
If Lucy's apartment smelled like him and (as he confirmed by sniffing his own shoulder) he smelled like Lucy, then...that must mean...
The fire mage slowly leaned closer to the unsuspecting blonde, gently dropping his head and inhaling when his face was buried in her silky hair. His face split into a huge grin.
She had his scent on her.
"This...," he spoke out loud, his voice quiet, but full of devilish joy. "I...I like this." He breathed in again. "I like this a lot."
The next morning, Natsu proudly walked into the guild, his blonde partner at his side. She gave him a crooked smile, an eyebrow raised.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" He grinned, his canines flashing and momentarily blinding the girl.
Natsu shrugged, the grin never leaving his lips. "Nothing much." The face she gave him showed that she didn't believe him one bit. He laughed loudly. "Don't worry about it, Luce." With those cryptic words, he left her there, confused.
The pyromaniac strutted over to a certain long, black-haired dragon slayer—who was currently eating a piece of silverware.
"What the hell is up with that freaky smile of yours?" Gajeel grumbled, glowering up at him. Somehow, that made Nasty beam even more.
He shrugged. "Just a little something." Natsu was struggling to contain his excitement, the thrill of what he had recently discovered almost too much for him to handle. He tilted his head in Levy's direction—he knew Lucy was there too. He needed to show at least someone that Lucy was his. Even if it was that metal head. "Why don't you come and walk with me?"
Gajeel—being insanely creeped out by Natsu's overly happy attitude and fearing for Shrimp—immediately got up and followed the pink haired man.
Levy noticed their presence first, Lucy's gaze traveling up to meet theirs soon afterwards.
"Gajeel? Natsu? What're you guys doing here?"
"Nothing much." Natsu repeated his previous statement. He looked over at Gajeel, an expectant look (and was that a proud smirk Gajeel detected?) on his face. "So, notice anything Gajeel?"
The iron dragon slayer snorted and crossed his arms. "Other than how friggin' stupid you are?" Instead of picking a fight with him like he normally would, Natsu just kept that annoyingly happy expression on his faceand gave a quick brush across his nose with his thumb. Gajeel felt his irritation grow and he growled. "Now what the hell is that supposed to mean, you little fucker—" He inhaled deeply, his anger getting the best of him. However, what he smelled threw him off. Bunny girl's scent was...off. What the—
"Fuck," he finished out loud, his eyes going wide. Natsu, knowing what just happened, smiled proudly.
"Erm...," the blue-haired script image cut into their little stare off. "What exactly is happening right now?"
The blonde nodded in agreement. "Would you guys care to explain?"
Ignoring them, Gajeel continued to stare at the flame head. "How did you even...No...You two actually did the—"
"Mavis, no!" For the first time that day, Natsu's smile fell off his face, replaced by an embarrassed expression. Natsu felt his cheeks grow warm and he waved his hands frantically in front of him. He lifted one hand to scratch the back of his neck, shrugging. "It was just...there, ya' know?" Natsu smiled fondly. "It's perfect."
Gajeel's lips pulled into a smirk. So, the dense pyro actually knew and liked it? "Congrats, flame head." Natsu's (don't even ask how it's possible) grin grew even more.
"Hello? Are you two even listening?" Nastu looked down to see two frowns directed at them. He waved his free hand, chuckling.
"Don't worry about it." Nastu laced his fingers behind his head and walked off, whistling a merry tune. As he strutted away, he took in a deep breath and grinned.
Definitely gift.
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