She gaped at him like a fish, before realizing he was holding out his hand to her. She quickly grabbed it and stood up- oh, and it was just as warm as she had imagined, no- warmer-
"Pretty bad, huh?" He said as she winced at the pain in her backside. She jumped back suddenly, releasing his hand and throwing her arms behind her to cover the back of her shorts. She tightened her grip on the tampon box (which she was somehow still holding) using it as a sort of shield for the split in her jeans.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Uh, uh, thanks," she stuttered out.
"You okay?" He asked, mirth clear on his features. He craned his neck to see what she was hiding behind her and she took another step back.
"Y-yeah, just uh, just got the air knocked out of me for a second...haha..." She trailed off, hoping he would nod and leave.
No such luck.
"Okay, cool," he said, taking a step forward and holding his hand out again. She stared at it confusedly.
"Uh..."
He scratched the back of his head with the other hand, "I'm Natsu," he said, "We're neighbors."
"Oh I know," she said, "Believe me, I know." She blushed at how lame she sounded.
He smirked. "I saw you in this isle and just thought I'd say 'hi,' y'know, since we've never had the chance to properly meet." Her blush deepened, and she realized he was still holding out his hand for her to shake.
Keeping the hand with the tampon box behind her for cover, she reached out her left hand and shook his quickly and then stepped back again.
"Lucy," she said.
"Cool," he grinned, "Lucy." She shivered at her name on his tongue, "So...you good?" He questioned.
"Er, yeah," she replied. He nodded and turned to walk away- but she couldn't go out into the rest of the store like this- everyone would see...but she couldn't ask Natsu, that would be so embarrassing! Well, more embarrassing. Ugh, but he was the only one who could help her! She clenched her eyes shut. Cause really, she had no choice.
"Seeya arou-"
"Wait!"
He turned back to her, surprised.
She looked down at the ground shyly, "Umm...wait," She repeated.
"Yeah?" He asked dubiously.
She sucked in a breath before tilting her head back up and looking him straight in the eye.
"Could I borrow your sweater?" She asked confidently. Or at least she hoped she sounded that way. She certainly didn't feel that way. Ugh, he must think she was such a weirdo!
Now he looked completely and utterly bewildered, "Uh..." he said, "Sure..."
He grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt and began to pull it up, revealing inch by delicious inch of his toned ab muscles...wait, was he not wearing a shirt?! She quickly realized that his shirt was just in fact caught up with his sweatshirt as he pulled it back down after pulling off the hoodie. He held it out to her, curiosity still prominently on his face. She excepted it and tied it around her waist, feeling successful that it at least covered everything, even if it was awkward as heck.
She gripped the tampon box in her hand tightly and let out a small, "Thanks." As she passed him. He shook his head once, before following her. He stood beside her as she paid for the tampons, hands in his jean pockets-oh Mavis, they looked like a sort of couple or something- then, finally, once they were out of the store, she turned to face him again and untied his sweatshirt, handing it back to him. She pointedly looked away, her face red as a tomato.
"Um, thanks again," she said.
"Sure," he said, still having no idea what in the heck had just happened. He turned to walk back into the store, pulling the sweatshirt back over his head as he did so.
As soon as he turned away, Lucy turned and fast-walked like mad towards her car.
So of course she missed it when he tilted his head back to glance at her again, and became aware of her problem.
He was in too much shock as his gaze swept out over her backside and the ripped shorts that adorned them to laugh.
Wow.
Red...
Lace. A lot of lace.
Those definitely weren't like the panties he had placed in his nightstand drawer back home.
He gulped and averted his eyes from the tantalizing image of her lace adorned hips swaying as she fast walked.
...
He glanced back one more time.
...
What did he need to get at the store again?
