003. The Morning After
Natsu/Lucy – The sun smiles down on the perfectly normal scream that begins the day.
It is not the first time, but she is determined to make it the last.
Golden strands spill across the pink pillow like streaks of sun, glinting faintly as Lucy rolls over and nearly bashes her head into Natsu's. Her eyes widen, her jaw drops, and Lucy shrieks at the unexpected presence of another living, breathing, sleeping human being in her bed. A completely understandable reaction.
It is, of course, the perfect time for Natsu to mischievously crack one eye open, grinning sleepily at Lucy even as she flings indignation and slaps and punches in his direction. She pushes him off the bed, ranting about this strange concept called personal space, and he pulls the fluffy comforter with him, simply curling up on the floor and burying his head underneath it.
Lucy pauses for breath and in the darkly tinted pink pressed against his eyes, Natsu can almost imagine the pout forming on her face, puffed out cheeks and downward tilted lips and all. So when she hops down from the bed herself and makes to snatch the blanket away, he grabs her wrist and pulls her in with him and suddenly they are rolling around under the covers, engaged in a merciless tickle war. He reaches for that spot in the small of her back and she retaliates by attacking the side of his neck, peals of laughter being driven out from the both of them. And when they finally call a truce, sprawled over each other, panting, in a disheveled tangle of hair and arms and legs, their smiles are mirrored perfectly.
About making this the last time… She supposes it's not like Natsu will listen.