prompt: lj's 30heartbeats no.1.03
notes: Thanks so much for the feedback last chapter; I really appreciate it, and you are all darlings. You deserve cake—or, how 'bout some precious nalu moments instead?
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/innocence
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She's hysterical.
—and he watches, half-amused and half-worried, as she adamantly denies Cana's words, flustered and abashed and turning so redredred, it's like she's on fire.
(He notices the moments when she's especially annoyed or embarrassed, where she often flails her arms around and about,
and he secretly thinks it's the cutest thing ever.)
Cana always has a wonderful time teasing her out of her wits, like she does with everyone; and by the end of it all, Lucy always stalks away, only to rejoin the guild later after she's had some time to cool herself down.
But this time is different—this time, Lucy does not stalk away like she usually does.
And he's scared half to death as she marches over to where he sits, with a glazed and clouded look in her brownbrown eyes. Her delicate palms find their way to his cheeks, lightly flushing,
(He's vaguely aware that his heart has probably stopped.)
and then she firmly presses her softsoft lips to his. For seconds—or were they centuries?—neither move, like eternal sculptures carved from cold, hard stone. But when she parts, her hands flutter to her emblazoned face to hide her shame from his dark, searching eyes.
"Cana said I'm too innocent to kiss anybody," her explanation came out in muffled whispers, and had it not been for his impeccable hearing, those words would still be left unheard.
He swallows thickly, knowing well what she means, but offers her a smile full of sunshine, lightly ruffling her goldgold hair.
"Idiot,
don't just kiss people randomly."
(—Only kiss me.)
And he convinces her, with something so minuscule, they will surely soon forget.
(But he never really does.)
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notes: I wasn't really feelin' this one.