prompt: kiss
notes: got a prompt? give it to me.
vii.
Sometimes, Natsu can be a complete sweetheart.
And sometimes, Lucy finds it rather difficult to maintain a straight face around him. And then she asks herself, over and over again, how he managed to deceive her into skipping work the other day.
He must have hypnotised her with his eyes, she concludes.
(It's incredibly hard not to get lost in them.)
She suddenly pauses in her work, reorganizing the romance novels (with pictures of, like, half-naked men on the covers—how is this not porn, again?), and stomps her foot, hard.
(Yeah, her foot stings now, but that's not important.)
Why that cunning, devious, manipulative...
"Hi, Lucy."
OH, LOOK, SPEAK OF THE DEVIL. It's Natsu, and he is about to get the lecture of a lifetime. No, he will not hear the end of it, because it's entirely his fault she was that close to losing her job, and that means no more money, and she cannot afford that.
Lucy readies her scolding voice, clearing her throat with a series of light coughs. Deep breaths, in and out.
"Natsu, you better listen, because—"
He grabs her hand mid-sentence and places a cup of iced green tea in it, gently guiding her fingers for a better grip.
"—you are just a swell guy, really, wow."
This is exactly what she means when he gets all sweet on her, and, honestly, it scares the shit out of Lucy. Like, how can he make her feel irritated one moment and all smiley and giddy the next?
She'll have to proceed with the utmost caution.
But for the mean time...
Lucy immediately starts sucking the life out of the drink, not really caring if she looks like a survivor of the Gobi desert. So what if he basically bribed her—it definitely worked.
"Is this free, by the way?" She asks between sips.
The corners of Natsu's lips curl upward. "For me, yes. For you—"
She swears there's a glint in his eye.
"—No."
Fuck.
"How much, then?" She resists the strong urge to pout hard and swallows her attempt at guilt tripping him.
There's a short pause before he answers: "Play a game with me, and I'll give you the drink."
Lucy gives him a pointed look. "But I'm working." Obviously.
"C'mon, just Twenty Questions, then."
Is he—Is he border-line begging her right now?
"Too many."
"Ten?"
"Five."
"Five?"
"Okay, would you prefer none?"
He scowls and crosses his arms. "Fine. Five it is. I'll start—What's your last name?"
A perfect (seriously, it is) blonde eyebrow shoots heavenward.
"Heartfilia," Lucy answers anyway. "Yours?"
"Dragneel."
"Interesting," she rubs her chin, and by now the porno book on the shelves are pretty much forgotten about. "Why did you even come here?"
He has the gall to roll his eyes at her. "Obviously to buy books on how to get away with arson in the second degree." He replies with a completely serious face. So... Is this a joke, or... "And," he continues. "Don't even answer 'cause that was a total waste of a question. I hope you're proud of yourself, Lucy Heartfilia."
She decides to heave an exasperated sigh at his comment.
"'Kay, then, ask away, Mister Expert-at-Asking-Stupid-Questions."
"That," he points at her. "was rude. Also, when am I ever getting my kiss?"
What was that.
Did he just say what she thought she heard, because hello, that was seriously random. And weird. And not exactly something she'd like to remember.
She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. He is completely hopeless, staring at her as if she is obligated to provide such idiotic information. She blinks at him.
And then she has an idea. (They're good ideas, okay. Mostly.)
Lucy rummages around in her pocket and grabs his hand, facing it upward. She then places a single thimble in his outstretched palm, internally giggling at her clever (dorky) gesture.
Natsu looks at it, and then he glances up at her. "First of all, why do you carry this around with you?"
Uh, good question. Well. A girl's got her reasons and... Shut up.
"Also, you suck at this game. I'm taking my drink back." Natsu shoots her a devilish grin before pulling the cup from her hand and guiding the straw to his upturned lips. Oh, he so did not.
How cruel of him. Honestly.
Then, he suddenly takes her by the hand, dragging her towards the exit of the bookstore. "C'mon—let's go on an adventure."
Lucy's jaw drops, because, uh, what. "Huh? But my lunch break is only an hour long and—where are we going?"
Natsu looks back and offers her a crooked smile. That could mean anything.
"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning." He recites, laughing at her shocked (stupid) expression. "That, said Natsu to Lucy, is the way to Neverland."
She stares at him a while longer before finally pulling him down to plant a quick kiss on his still-smiling lips.
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(It's 'cause she owed him one, okay. Besides, he countered her Peter Pan reference with a better Peter Pan reference. That kiss was well-deserved.)
notes: i had to do it, and y'know what, if i had a guy quote me peter pan like that, i'd kiss him too. maybe.
