"Lucy, hurry up!" Natsu called. His neck was sore from turning his head to look back at her frequently. The blonde seemed reluctant to reach the hermit healer's home and had been dragging her feet the whole way.
It was driving him crazy. If he had his way, they would have been there already. Natsu was half tempted to pick her up and carry her on his back while he ran there. But, instead, he slowed down and walked next to her.
"What's up?"
Lucy stared forward and clasped her hands together, "I'm nervous."
"Nervous?" he asked, moving closer to her. She was intoxicating. Everything about her. Her sweet smell. The softness of her skin. The sound of her laugh. Even though he would do everything in his power to save her, he didn't want to waste a minute not being near her.
"I don't want to hear that she can't heal me," Lucy said. Her chin wrinkled in her effort to keep from crying. She was embarrassed about crying so much, even though he had told her not to be. "I don't want to get my hopes up. I'm so scared."
"Don't be scared," he said with an encouraging smile. The corners of her lips turned up, because she always smiled when he smiled at her. Lucy slipped her hand in his and gave his hand a squeeze.
"You can be my courage," she said, laughing at the corniness of the statement. He nodded, taking this seriously, and planted another kiss on her lips.
Cradling the back of her head in his hands and pulling her tight against his chest, he tried to give her all his courage.
"There," he said.
She laughed again and slipped out of his grip, "Let's get this over with, then."
#2 Courage