So, after some time of inactivity, I've decided to dedicate some time, every Friday to writing and possibly updating. Probably updating. Because everyone needs a little sex and metal in their life. Or, I do, anyways. I'm also curious about something, so comment if you do read these little stupid things at the beginnings of my stories. Please enjoy and review if you so choose to.

Nostalgia

aka Glad You Came

It's funny, how you grow to depend on someone so deeply. I watch my dependency sleep off our latest... fight... and I get this strange feeling that I don't think I could find anything like what we have anywhere else. I can't stand this pink haired bastard. He's a complete idiot. But I can't help but smile. I hate him for being the squinty-eyed bastard that he is.

So why is it the things we hate slowly become those things we count to be there in the back of remembrance, just behind the forefront of conscious thought. But you notice when that object of your hatred is missing from your world. You notice it like you notice a hole in your heart or ice in the pit of your stomach. It's a very strange thing. I'll probably never understand it in my lifetime, not truly. It's too hard to try to figure out now. Hard to believe we started out how we did. We're still like that now from time to time too.

Stranger yet, I can't imagine my life without him now that he's gotten in so far. It almost happened for real once. It felt like soul death, wholly consuming yet you know you're still alive because the beat of your own heart is all you ever feel anymore. I couldn't begin to think what would happen if Natsu were gone in truth.

Before I can quiet the disquiet in my head, those gold-flecked black eyes open, smiling softly at first, but then the smile quells into something more serious. Warm calloused hands brush away stray drops from my face as he speaks, "What happened?"

It's a good, fair question. That doesn't mean I can answer him easily. I try nonetheless. I open my mouth, but the words don't follow. The words don't, won't or can't form in my mind and I just close my mouth again. The tears, I'm embarrassed to say, fall faster. Which makes the concern in those eyes that remind you of burning embers -it's a sappy comparison, but at the same time it feel like home- grow heavier in the silence.

"I'm fine," I reply in a thick voice. "I'm just thinking." I give him a little smile to try and give reassurance to the point, but it must have just gone over his head because he keeps looking at me with the same expression. It's getting unnerving, so I blurt "Say something!"

The fire-brain just looks at me more. But he has to know it's the truth, which is probably what's confusing him even more. Before I can say anything more, he's got his hands on my face, wiping away the wetness with a stupid looking grin on his face. And before I can react to that, his lips are set on mine and I begin to melt, slowly coming undone. This simple acts reassures the wonder of how I could have lived without this moron in my life. Of course, I would, but there would be some spark of life missing from my world. I'd probably even be dead right now. My life is thanks to the moron who's kissing his way down my neck.

Wait... What?

"You're seriously not satisfied yet?" I ask as he continues the same pathway down my body, stopping at the various points that would make me pause in my thoughts and words. I try to speak more, but the words catch and die in my throat, replaced by something far more quiet, far more shameful. I guess I should take that as a no. Some days, I swear it's like he's possessed by some sort of demon.

I can't hold back for long and Natsu knows where the spots to make me weak are by heart. Can't help but think his mouth feels amazing when it's biting down on my hips or brushing against my nipples as he whispers prayers to my body, seemingly mesmerized by it every time, though, to me it's really not that big of a deal.

He has me trembling by the time he speaks again, holding off my orgasm when it's so tantalizingly close. "I'm glad I met you," he says and all I can do is watch him breathlessly as he lifts my hips and begin nipping at my ass, grazing teeth across hard enough to feel, but light enough to send shivers up my spine, moving inwards to my center before spreading me to find my opening.

It's damn embarrassing; my face heating up quickly from it all. Before I can protest his mouth is on me, tongue licking at me, pressing inwards. It's a foreign feeling, but I'm shaking harder from it than his mouth on me anywhere else. I'm helpless to stop the little sounds that flow from me like a fountain. That damnable dragon's tongue is so far up my ass, I feel like I could melt from it.

"S-St-oooaaah!" I can't even tell him to stop, it's making feel that much better. I can feel myself dripping down my own shaft as the dragon's tongue twists inside of me. "I can't..." It's the first words I can coherently string together, but Natsu continues for a few breathes more.

He chuckles lowly, the tone of his voice promising sex and even that sound makes my over-sensitized body shiver in need. His smile, his eyes, hell even his demeanor is turning me on, a golden skinned demon sent to ravage the world, and it seemed that world narrowed down to me. And that, I will probably never understand. Before I realize it, he's hard and pressed up against my ass where his mouth once was, pressing in to me with an almost need to make me writhe.

And I dance underneath him; my hands fly and grasp at anything to keep me anchored in the fire eater's path of passion; it's target: my body. Once he's fully inside me, he wastes no time making my little sounds into long moans that I can't hold in -I've tried;I can't. He knows how to move in and out of me, playing me like a fucking fiddle, but it works. It works and I'm swept away in the lust of it all. Warmth splatters my too cool chest as I ride out the orgasm he pushes on me too soon, screaming out his name in a strangled chord. But I'm not done, it seems. Still hard and willing, and Natsu knows this too, pushing on harder than before, thrusting with an almost wicked determination to see me come again. See what he had made me become again. And it's working. Because for every movement he makes, my world begins to narrow down again to just that moment between us.

Natsu leans down to snag a rough kiss, which I'm more than happy to return before he's telling me he's at his limit. Which is fine. My own bliss is quickly coiling tightly between my legs. It only takes a few more thrusts and his hand on my dick that has me spilling again. I can feel his movements become more erratic before he's filling me with his own orgasm. He's burning me alive with his passion, making me shake in aftershocks. I can feel my eyes open just a little too widely, but I can't seem to care.

Before I have a chance to realize it, Natsu is collapsed half on me while I'm relearning how to breathe past his own pulse. I can feel the start of the drizzle that is his seed start to spill out of me, even before he's pulled himself out of my body. All I can do is manage a clumsy arm movement to capture his head and bring those sweaty pink locks towards me, kissing his head lightly, nuzzling into the smell of spice and ash, the way a good fire smells in a home.

" I love you," I can barely whisper out; my throat hurts too badly at that moment.

He just chuckles. "I know. Love you too."