Sorry my loves that it still took a week for me to get this to you. I switched laptops and the story didn't save correctly so I had to restart. Anyway. Enjoy my lovely readers. Review if you'd like. Yell at me do whatever you need.
Disclaimer: I already owe so much to college that I couldn't possibly own Fairy Tail or any of its characters.
Natsu Dragneel POV:
I woke up on the cold, pink tiles of Lucy's bathroom floor, my back against the claw foot tub she was always soaking in. The smells of the oils and syrups she used in her soak last night still lingered. Taking another sniff also made me realize that she wasn't in the room with me.
I stretch slowly, assuming I must have fallen asleep while keeping her company. The water must have gotten too cold for her, I guess. I could have fixed that, dammit. I curl my scarf tighter around my throat, huffing at myself for my own incompetence to help my best friend.
"Couldn't even keep a bath warm." I growl to myself, running a hand through the pink mess that was my hair. It really needed a good trim. I wonder why Luce hadn't reminded me yet. Maybe she liked it.
I glance in the mirror again, really looking at myself. I was wearing my usual vest, showing off a thin strip of toned chest and stomach that was nicely tanned. Thin scars feathered my chest, stomach, and arms, which were also quite toned, now that I looked at them.
Was this what Lucy liked about me? My eyes scanned my face, the taut jaw line, thin lips, straight nose and oval eyes that peered back at me through the mirror. "Is this what she likes?" I ask myself quietly, glancing at the mess that was my hair.
Nope. No way could she like that. She groaned anytime my hair touched the bottom of my ears. Now it was almost down to my jaw. "Get yourself together, man." I murmur softly, walking stiffly into Lucy's room. Why didn't anyone ever tell me sleeping sitting up would hurt so much?
My body ached with each step, all the muscles clenched and tingling from sleep. I rolled my shoulders back, hearing the familiar crack as they popped loudly. I roll my neck next, stretching the muscles, the fabric of my scarf sliding across my skin like the caress of a fond lover.
My eyes grazed over Lucy's room while I stretched. The sheer pink curtains that let the light from the window that I always crawled through were pulled shut, but the window was still cracked. The walls were a light pink as well, but luckily the floors were hardwood, almost a mahogany. Overall, even though there was a ton of pink, it still was one of the few things that felt like home to me.
Grey eyes finally landed on the bed that took up the far wall, right next to the window. Teal sheets and comforter were strewn around like a tornado had whipped through overnight. Had it? A body was in the center of the mess, sheets and blankets wrapped around her protectively.
My gorgeous best friend was completely wrapped up in blankets, a pillow only half under her head, body spread completely out on the queen sized bed. Blonde hair was in knots, still looking damp, covering part of her face.
I smiled when I saw a small puddle of drool threatening to touch the teal sheets, pink lips slightly open. I had kissed those lips just yesterday. The memory swallowed me whole, consuming every fiber of my being.
The scent of dish soap that coated my hands in a soft lather still from the dishes I had just finished cleaning. The feel of her arms around me, her chin barely reaching to rest on my shoulder. Then the feel of her hands on my cheeks, the feel of her lips on mine. It would be so easy to get that again.
She was so open with me, the soft gasp that erupted from her when I kissed her back. I had never felt so, so, whole while just kissing someone. Never. I almost felt like I needed that again. The feeling that apparently only my best friend could give me. Why couldn't my life ever be simple?
I found myself bending down, placing my arms on either side of the sprawled out beauty. I set a single knee on the mattress, which caved ever so slightly from the weight. What the fuck was I doing? I draw closer to her, my lips pausing close to her cheek. My dragon was practically purring inside of my skin. Was it warm in here?
I bent slightly closer, inhaling deeply, unable to stop myself. Strawberry shampoo and conditioner, some sort of oils for hair and skin that I knew were both silky soft. The lingering smell of makeup that clung to her eyelids and cheeks, ever so slightly. The smells that made my best friend, Lucy. My dragon was practically drooling at the smells and sights.
Lucy twisted slightly beneath me, sucking up the drool that had yet to fall from her luscious lips, turning to glance up at me through thick eyelashes. "Natsu?" she asked softly, voice heavy with sleep. That was the end of my patience and sanity.
My lips were on her in an instant and she let out a surprised moan that only spurred my dragon to continue. My arms curled inward to allow me to support my weight still but cup her face gently with my hands. I felt her hands tangle in my hair, keeping me close. Somehow, my other knee found its way on the bed too.
Why couldn't I stop myself? Her kisses were like gasoline to the fire, begging me to touch her, kiss her, everywhere. I felt my skin start to harden at my jaw, no doubt forming scales that were only there during fights. This was quite the opposite.
My body moved and covered hers fully, knees on either side of her body, engulfing her. Her fingers ran across my face, pausing and running back over the scales, her chin tucking slightly, trying to end the kisses that were like oxygen to me.
"Nat- "she tried, my lips smothering the sound effortlessly. Her hands pushed at my shoulders, and I felt myself pulling away slightly, gray/green eyes peering lustfully at my mate. Mate? Shut the fuck up, Natsu. We aren't fucking wolves.
"Something wrong?" I ask, realizing what I had done. Damn horny dragon. I gaped at her, noticing her swollen lips and concerned eyes. "Are you in control?" she asked, running her hand down the scales on my cheeks that now touched my nose. "No… I wasn't. "I shiver, pulling away fully, murmuring a single, "Sorry."
Lucy Heartfilia POV:
Best. Wakeup. Ever. The moment my eyes opened, I knew something was off. Natsu looked flushed, eyes hazy with I don't even know what. Then his lips were on mine and it was the most heavenly thing ever.
It wasn't like yesterday when he had been caught off guard and completely in control. He was gentle then, trying not to hurt me. Now he kissed me, full of want and need, which my own body echoed eagerly.
A moan escaped my throat and I felt him shudder against my lips, and then my hands were in his hair. How could two bodies fit together so perfectly? He was like sparks against my skin, everywhere he touched and kissed tingled. I was about to wrap my hips around his waist, but then I felt his face.
Scales. My best friend only got dragon scales on his face when his inner dragon was seriously pissed during a fight. Was he upset right now? I tried to pull away, tucking my face in, but he just moved with me. Fuck. I didn't want to stop.
I kissed him again and again, my body overwhelmed with need for him. I wanted him so badly it almost ached. But he wasn't in control. He didn't want this. His dragon did.
He didn't want this. He didn't want this. That finally broke the lust filled haze that was slowly consuming my brain. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed. I felt him pause, then pull away, eyes opening slowly. "Is something wrong?" he questioned, voice thick with lust and I'm guessing his dragon.
"Are you in control?" I ask, almost scared to hear the answer, even though I already knew it. He paused again before answering, fully pulling away. "No… I'm sorry." He said before getting up off the bed, leaving me there.
What the actual fuck, Natsu? Comes over and wakes me up with hot, passionate kisses that could only lead to one thing, which by the way, I was oh so looking forward to, and then he was gone. He walked out of my room like it wasn't a big deal that we were probably just about to have sex.
Because it doesn't matter to him, you idiot. I really wish my brain had a shut up button. I scramble up from my bed, stumbling to the door, my legs wobbly from sleep and Natsu's kisses. Natsu's kisses. Damn. I never thought I'd hear myself say that.
I didn't find him in the kitchen. I didn't find him in the living room. I didn't find him at all. I picked up the lacrima and called his home, yet no answer. That's okay. Maybe he went to the guild hall. I called the guild, the lacrima on the other end getting picked up on the second ring. "Fairy Tail guild hall, Mirajane speaking." Mirajane spoke calmly, quite cheerful as usual.
"Mira, please tell me Natsu is there." I almost begged the words. She paused slightly, but didn't take too long to respond. "Yeah, Lucy. He's here." She says quietly, probably turning away from the patrons that were always perched at the bar, drinking to their hearts desire.
I hung up without another word, disappearing into my closet to dress. I put on my usual white crop top and blue skirt, pulling my hair up in cute pigtails. I slipped some shoes on and grabbed my celestial keys, heading out the door without a second glance.
I wasn't going to lose my best friend just because of some stupid kisses. That much was decided. If that meant a few awkward moments, then fine. I'd rather have my amazing best friend than some awkward relationship that would end soon anyway. Now just to get those hot kisses out of my mind…
I burst into the guild a few minutes later, glancing around for the pink hair that I knew had to be there. The shaggy mess that was hot, that made my best friend look a little bit older, the mess of hair that I just an hour ago had my hands tangled into it. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Lucy. I screamed at my brain.
I didn't see him, so I made my way to the bar where Mira was working. "Aye Mira, have you seen Natsu?" She nodded and pointed to a table where Natsu's head was down, Lisanna, who was Mira's little sister, rubbing his back slowly.
What the fuck was she doing with her hands on what's mine? Correction, oh so smart brain. He's not mine. He just kisses me and walks out of the apartment, remember? Fuck my life. I watched as she whispered to him softly and he shrugged as a response, which only made her scoot closer to him.
I should be the one comforting MY best friend, dammit. Mira pushed a shot of tequila in my direction with a weak smile. "You knew this day would come someday, Lucy… if you didn't snag him, someone would."
Mira didn't know about the kiss from yesterday, or the hot make out session this morning. Did I snag him? Or was I just fooling myself? Was Lisanna going after my man? Oh. Fuck.
Sorry I did that loves. Gave you a NaLu tease and then a hint of possible NaLi? Don't worry, this is still a NaLu love story, just give it time. Hate it? Love it? Let me know! Next chapter will be out next week kiddos.