Here is the newest chapter! It is a bit short, like all my other chapters, but I hope it is satisfying. I had a bit of fun and laughs writing this chapter and I hope you enjoy it as mush as I do.
This chapter took me a little longer to get out than the last chapter, but I hope it wasn't too long of a wait.
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Chapter 14
Fantasies and Distractions
Kick, kick, punch, punch, jab and start all over again and again. I repeat this combination over and over again. My muscles burn from the unaccustomed exercise I am forcing them through. My breathing is labored, and is more like a struggled panting. I'm finally on my first day of training. Even though we are less than an hour through it, exhaustion is already prevalent. I'm not going to quit though, I've only just begun my road to strength and I have more self-will than this. I know that I have no right to complain; I put myself through this willingly.
"Lucy, harder," Natsu says.
Natsu, as per the agreement that we made, has decided to be my coach. He said the first part of my training has to be the physical aspect of it. He says to be strong in magic you have to also be strong in body. It builds up your endurance and if you do run out of magic you can still put up a fight and defend yourself.
So now, Natsu is my sparinng partner. He is just blocking all my kicks and punches as I practice. He said we will start real fighting when he thinks I am ready. As he is blocking he is instructing me on what to do and what I could be doing better. This is all so intense. At this rate I won't be ready for fighting until, oh, I don't know . . . never!
He doesn't get that my body has a far way to go to even get close to catching up to the state in which his is in. He has been training his body since he was a small boy. I just started today! This is killing me, and he hasn't even put any effort into blocking me yet. While I'm here sweating bullets he is still as cool as a cucumber.
"You punch like a girl," he says mockingly.
"I am a girl," I manage to pant out.
I glare at him the best I can while I am working. I put more effort into my kicks and punches making them harder. I really just want to get one hit in and punch his smug, mocking face. Just once!
"Better," he says, his breathing still even and calm. "But I know you can do better, from first-hand experience." He says referring to all the times I have Lucy kicked him. Trust me, Natsu, I'm trying to beat the hell out of you, oh how I am trying.
While I know I am being bated, I can't control the raging anger that is bubbling up within me. With every move the bubbling escalates until it's brimming over and I can feel myself metaphorically steaming. I start putting all my strength and energy into each kick and punch. I keep the pattern that Natsu designated, still remembering through my destructive haze that this is still training.
With every kick and punch that I produce, I can feel them getting stronger and faster. With every block he makes with that effortless air around him the angrier I become. But, no matter how hard and fast I am, he continues to block me with infuriating ease. He still hasn't broken a sweat yet! All of this just feeds my overflowing ire and pushes me on and on, past the burning muscles and the exhaustion my body is trying, in vain, to make me submit to.
"That's enough," he says suddenly, catching my foot in one hand. This causes me to lose balance and fall into an ungraceful lump on the floor. He just let me.
"You bastard," I huff out between breaths, my body finally catching up with me.
Now that I am not fighting and I don't have adrenaline pumping through my body, I realize how tired my body is. All my muscles are sore due to the unaccustomed use of them. My breathing is labored and I feel that disgustingly copper taste at the back of my throat from over dryness. I feel like jello that just went through a strainer and is not trying to put itself back together. I try, in vain, to pick myself up off the ground but I admit defeat and settle for glaring up at Natsu. Oh, if only looks could kill.
"You were doing the moves wrong and you were wasting you energy, if this were a real battle, you would be dead, "Natsu says, chastising me. "Watch me, I'll show you how to do it correctly," he says, and I resist the urge to look the other way in spite.
I watch as he demonstrates the punches and kicks. I can't help but notice how graceful, precise and in control he is when he is practicing. He knows what he is doing and is confident in himself. He is really good. All though I already knew this, it still surprises me every time I see it.
My eyes catch on to a bead of sweat on his hairline and I watch is slowly make its way down his forehead, caress over his cheek, follow his defined jawline, glide effortlessly over his neck and follow that little drop all the way down his chest to his well-defined abs. I stare at his abs, enchanted, not paying attention to the moves anymore. All that holds my attention is his rippling muscles in his stomach and arms.
Natsu easily has the best body I have ever seen. He is not overly muscular like Luxas or Elfman or has too little muscles like a wimp, he has the perfect amount of muscles. His body is perfect. His arms, instead of feeling like an unbreakable cage or barely their arms that feel as if they will blow away with the wind, seem strong, secure and protective, they feel like home.
Even though there is absolutely nothing going on between us and everything is completely platonic, I am still a female and I can appreciate a fine male specimen . I can appreciate a hot body when it is right in front of me. Though I will never admit it out loud, I have had fantasizes having to do with that body of his. All the main love interests in my novels look like him; it is just how they always end up.
Natsu doesn't even know the devastating effect he has on me or even women in general. We will go to town and all the women will stop what they are doing to stare at him. I'm sure that it wasn't for me and that fact that most women feel intimidated by me; he would be surrounded by women all vying for his attention. I am no better than those women sometimes.
His body is just so beautiful. I can't help the fantasies I have about it and him. I want to run my hands over his abs and feel how firm they are. I want to follow the sweat with my tongue from his forehead all the way down . . .down . . . down. Though here isn't my ideal place for such transgressions, my nice comfy, cool bedroom would be much preferred. This guy may be dense as shit, but I have a feeling he would make a passionate lover.
"Lucy," Natsu says, breaking me out of my lust filled reverie.
"Yes?" I ask, shaking my head, trying to get rid of all the illicit thought flowing around in there, that dirty yet beautiful place.
"Where you paying attention?" he asks impatiently.
I think about whether or not I should tell him the truth. Figuring that I am screwed either way, I decide to just be honest. "No," I say simply, not feeling bad for my lack of attention.
"Why?" he asks annoyed. Well, haven't the tables turn, I think ironically. Usually, it is me who is trying to get his attention.
I can't just tell him that I was fantasizing about his body. I frantically think of an excuse that might seem plausible in this situation. "I'm sorry. My body is still recuperating and was distracting me, causing me to lose focus," I say, hoping that he will fall for it.
Thankfully, this is Natsu that I am talking about and he eats the lie right out of my hands without having to choke them down and spit them right back at me. "Okay, I will show you again, but this time pay attention. I will not do this again," he says, scolding me.
"Got it," I say.
I manage to pay attention this time despite the minor distractions.
The bunny thinks she is so sly and discreet, but she is only the prey and can't outmaneuver the ravenous predator. He knew she was checking him out from the very beginning and let her stare to her content, preening under her attention. He only stopped eventually because although he likes being ogled by her, her safely comes first in his mind. Who knows, maybe that dragon offered to show you the moves so that this would happen? Who know? Plus, when it is her turn to fight, he can take his turn staring at her beautiful body. They truly deserve each other.
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