"Enjoy the show, Blondie?"

That bastard. I can't believe he had the audacity to say that to me. As if I'd actually enjoy watching him suck face with some chick. I mean, not that it bothers me that it was with some other girl, I'm just not a huge fan of PDA.

Obviously.

I just can't get the image of him ambling over to her and placing his hand on her ass out of my head. And that kiss. That damned kiss that he probably did just because he knew I was watching is like a record in my mind that never ends. It wasn't some measly peck; it was a full on clash of tongues and teeth. It was a battle with Natsu winning, and the girl happily surrendering.

Then it ended, with both walking away wearing their satisfaction like royalty wearing their crowns. And of course, that asshole turned his satisfied little smirk onto me.

"Enjoy the show Blondie?"

I could punch him. Or kick him, considering the last time I used my hand for violence it ended up doing more damage to me than it did to him. My hand pulses at the memory of slapping him.

I sigh, shaking my head, hoping to fling the thoughts away with the action. The move backfires though, creating a subtle throb in my temples. The fact that my mind has been racing with thoughts of a certain someone probably hasn't helped either.

It wouldn't surprise me if that motherfucker actually gave me a headache.

I groan and put my head in my hands, trying to calm myself down, hopefully making the headache cease into nothingness. Since moving in, I haven't had a chance to go to the store and pick up things like medicine, so I need to think of some other way to get rid of the annoying pounding in my skull.

I could have sworn a light bulb went off above my head considering how quickly the idea hits me.

I go to the kitchen, grab a muffin since I still hadn't eaten anything all morning, and head to the bathroom. The room is connected to my bedroom and has to be my favorite part of the entire apartment. It's spacey to say the least, and the bathtub seems to have been built for the gods themselves. I strip off my pajamas, wrap a towel around my body, and start running the water.

If relaxing in my tub doesn't work, at least I still get to enjoy the sensation of sitting in a pool of hot water.

When the tub is filled almost all the way and the temperature is perfectly scolding, I hang up my towel and ease my foot into the water. I'm almost completely submerged when a knock echoes through my apartment. I ignore the sound, thinking that I've had enough social interaction for the day, but as soon as I begin lowering myself into the water once again, another round of knocks reaches my ears. It's times like these that I wish homes had "closed" signs, so people would ignore the place completely and go on with their day.

I grumble a string of profanities under my breath, grab my towel, and begrudgingly move towards the door.

Before actually opening the door, I make sure to check the peephole, scared that it might be another Christmas tree of death. My eyes are met with a much worse scenario; A very pink, very annoying scenario.

I take a deep breath, and swing the door open, trying to make my face look as bored as possible.

Natsu stares back at me, still sporting the 'no shirt' look from earlier. All that's on him is black sweatpants and a mask of arrogance that I figure is permanently engraved into his face. His eyes do a once over of my body, starting at the top of my head, pausing for a second at my chest, and then moving down towards my toes. Somehow, if possible, his arrogance intensifies.

"Well Blondie, I feel as if I'm a bit overdressed." He nods towards my apparel of nothing but a towel. "If you'd like, I can come back in a sec with something more appropriate on," he says, trailing his eyes over me once again.

I try to keep my expression neutral, but I can't deny the heat rushing to my face. I'm mad at him for even saying something like that, but I'm even more upset with myself for not thinking about putting something on other than a towel; especially after I knew it was Natsu at the door. I'm practically asking him to hit on me.

"Look, can you just say whatever it is you came to say, and be on your way. I have a very important ba-bi-bu-b-" I stumble on my words, not wanting to say bath knowing that it will just invite him to say more flirtatious shit, "birthday party to plan. Yeah. Birthday party. And I'm already behind so I don't want to waste any time." I smile innocently, hoping he takes the bait.

Natsu tilts his head in response, "Well, I'm sure you're party planning can wait a few minutes. I only came over to say a few things so it shouldn't take too long," He says, my lie barely fazing him.

I stand there, waiting for him to continue and say whatever the hell it is he came to say, but all he does is purse his lips and look towards the inside of my apartment. I lean forward a bit. "Well, are you going to talk or what?"

He leans in too, our faces only mere inches away from each other, "Well, are you going to invite me in or what?"

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. "I'm going to go with 'or what' if that's okay with you." His eyes squint a little at my answer, but his attitude doesn't falter.

He leans in closer, causing me to stumble a few steps back. The action pushes me closer to door, giving him the opportunity to slide into my apartment.

His movements are confident, as if he's been in this place on more than one occasion. Passing me by the door, he moves to the center of the room towards my couch, his gaze sweeping over the entirety of my home before landing back on me, "Are you going to offer me any water, or do I have to ask for everything."

This time, my eyes practically roll out of my head, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot that the world revolves around you and that I am your humble servant," I respond, placing my hands on my hips. I close the door and turn back to find him still inspecting my apartment. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be back in a second. Don't you dare touch anything or I'll kick you out the window." I point in the direction of the large square window that faces out into the street. I see his throat bob in response, and walk in the direction of my room.

After entering, I make sure to slam the door, hoping to convey my annoyance with the action. I quickly change into sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, thinking anything is better than a measly towel.

When I walk into the kitchen, I find Natsu sitting at the breakfast counter with a glass of water.

"I thought I told you not to touch anything." Seriously, can't this guy just restrain himself for three minutes? He's like an untrained dog that you have to watch every minute out of fear that he'll piss on all your nice things.

He picks up the glass and takes a few gulps; clearly not caring about anything I had to say. "Oh, right, well I was thirsty and you obviously weren't going to get it for me so I thought I'd take matters into my own hands. Nice clothes by the way. Didn't take you for a no bra kinda girl but hey," He eyes me like he did at the door, "I'm not complaining." He winks and takes another sip of water, keeping his eyes trailed on me the whole time.

I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest out of reflex. "What do you want? What was so important that you had to interrupt my day to tell me in person," I ask, starting to get more and more ticked off the longer he's here.

He puts down the glass and stands up to make his way over to me. "I told you, I wanted to talk. So please, just give me three seconds and let me do that." Natsu grabs my arm, not rough enough to hurt, but rough enough to where I don't question him as he pulls me to the couch. He takes a seat, and jerks me down to sit next to him.

He doesn't say anything just looks at me. The tension in the room thickens and I swear I could reach out and fold it into piles if I wanted to. It's getting weird, him just staring at me, not making a sound. I'm about to say something, anything to break the silence, when I hear him inhale deeply. For the frost time since meeting him, I see what looks like uncertainty flash in his eyes. The anticipation of what he came over to say is flooding through me, my heart beating faster the longer we sit. It occurs to me that I don't know him at all. This man could be a murderer or a drug dealer or a wacko. That's probably a stretch but it's all that's running through my mind as we sit on my couch, alone, staring into each other's eyes.

He takes my hand, exhales loudly and says, "I think we should fuck."

Okay so the only reason this took so long was because I couldn't figure out how in the hell to start it. I probably wrote the beginning like 12 times, so if it still sucks, sorry.

Also I was going to make what Natsu said actually sweet at the end but decided that this sounded more like the character he is at this point in the story. I also didn't want to make it too long so I decided to keep it at this.

If you'd like, please review to let me know

Thanks for reading

XoxoAsh