How does losing feel like Natsu?
The man in question was pouting like a child on her couch.
It was tradition. Every year they had a Super Smash Bros championship and it always came down to Natsu and Lucy. Sure, Gray was good too but Natsu provoked him to the point of leaving the game to fight him and Erza was decent as well but her competitiveness without practice wasn t all that good a combination.
Actually, I wouldn t, She d won the last two years, it s been a while.
Well, she d technically won anyway. Last year they had to tie because the power went out and reset the game when it came back.
How about a rematch?
If it s to keep your dignity intact, sure but I m not giving up bragging rights,
That s fine Lucy, The way he dragged out her name combined with his devillish smile was more than enough to caution Lucy, but before she could question him he was already starting a new game.
Her competitive drive back into high gear she was focused so much on the game that she didn t notice how Natsu was suddenly less than a foot away when he was on the other side of the couch before or how his arm had snaked around waist.
He turned her around and caged her in with his arms.
If this is some silly trick then-
He leaned down to her neck, hot breath fanning it.
Luce?
Mhm?
Shut up.
And just as suddenly he smashed his mouth onto hers. Lucy leaned into the kiss completely oblivious to his hand on her controller. He pushed the joy stick left until he heard the sound of the game ending in the background. She did too and pulled away, pushing him off her.
Natsu, That s not fair! She whined.
All s fair in love and war Luce.