Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or anything related. But I have met Hiro Mashima, so… maybe some of that talent has rubbed off on me?
Author's Note: Oh, boy. It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry, life gets in the way and that's not much of an excuse because my life is really not all that enticing or exciting. I'm just super lazy and completely immersed in cosplay (and the like). This was written in order to get my creative juices flowing again! I hope you enjoy! (Some Gray/Juvia and Gajeel/Levy is on the way, as well!)
Let me know if you spot any errors, this was only read through a couple times.
Sooner or Later: Relaxation
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Natsu/Lucy
March 14, 2012
The sun was shining in so brightly through her window, Lucy couldn't resist stretching out like a cat on her bed. Her eyes were shut, a smile on her face; nothing or no one could bother her now. The warm breeze flowing in past her curtains was bliss. She had been reading, but the book was soon forgotten, tossed off the side of her bed—after being carefully bookmarked, of course.
She didn't know how long it had been—the scene behind her eyelids bright but comforting—since she had begun relaxing. It was a rare day off, in the town of Magnolia, and she was grateful for it. No missions, no nothing: peace.
Somewhere along the line, Natsu had joined her. She had been lazing, coming in and out of consciousness, when she felt a dip in her bed and a little more warmth against her side.
"N-Natsu?" she asked, yawning while reaching for him.
"You look really comfy right now," he grinned. "Wanna nap?"
She blushed. Only he would openly ask if he could sleep with her without the implications of anything more. Where was Happy to tease them?
Actually… "Hey, where's Happy?"
"Fishing with Charle." He snickered, "I think Happy thinks it's a date."
"Aww, too bad I'm not there to tease him about it."
Natsu smiled, cuddling against her breasts. The best pillows.
"Do you mind?"
"No."
"Natsu."
"Alright, alright… you and your personal space," he huffed as he shifted down to a zone of her body she wouldn't whine he was too close to, her stomach.
With Natsu so close, she wasn't quite as relaxed as before. Her mind was zooming, wondering how exactly he felt in regards to her. He was on her all the time, snuggling and nuzzling her, sleeping in the same bed as her, and whenever anyone in the guild teased him, he just grinned and waved it off.
About ninety percent of the time, Lucy wondered just what exactly went through Natsu's head. He had his motivators, as she did hers, but there was a missing link between them; she couldn't connect the pieces (as much as she wanted to).
She was quickly found out. The sound of her heart beating so quickly alerted him to her shift in emotional state.
When she felt him shift, she looked down to see Natsu was staring up at her. "Whatcha thinkin' bout, Luce?"
She stared right back at him. "You. Your brain."
"My brain? What's so wrong with it that your heartbeat needs to be super loud?" he itched the side of his head. She confused him on a regular basis, his Lucy. "Can you see something wrong with it?"
"No, no." She smiled, patting the top of his head. "Nothing. Your brain is an enigma, really."
He sat up. "A what? Is that like a tumor? Luce, cool it with the weird words. You know I can only follow you so far."
"You're a mystery to me sometimes, you lunkhead." As an afterthought, she added, "Not a tumor."
Now he was even more confused. "But why? I tell you everything. What's left to be a mystery?"
That was it, though. He didn't hide anything from her, didn't fabricate any ounce of his being.
"You're a mystery because… well, it's a mystery why you're a mystery."
"Are you feelin' okay? You're not making any sense." He calmed, choosing to snuggle against her again, his head on her stomach.
She laughed, shrugging. "I don't feel like I'm making sense, either."
"Hey, Luce—"
Just as he was about to speak again, she interrupted, "Just shut up and enjoy the sun. We don't get many days like this."
He chuckled and closed his eyes, inching his head back a bit to rest against his favorite pillows. She remained quiet—for once.
