rident - smiling, laughing, cheerful
I had this craving for nalu in a pillow fort so I wrote some nalu in a pillow fort.
"The couch is raided!" Natsu Dragneel declared as he strode back into the room, two pillows under his left arm and three dangling from his right.
"Natsu, no." the blonde sighed, already smothered by a mountain of blankets and cushions. "Stay away! I really don't want to infect you!"
"Tch. Dragon Slayers don't catch colds."
And with that, he jumped back onto the bed beside Lucy. With a grin, he dropped the pillows on top of her, effectively burying everything but one eye, which was now staring at him accusingly.
"You're the worst."
"I'm the best."
She rolled her eye, and then freed one arm from her burrito-blanket-confinements to take the pillow off her face.
"And what exactly makes you 'the best'?"
He swung his arm, pointing at the whole bed as if it was self-explanatory.
"I built you a pillow-fort!"
She smiled. "You did."
"Are you saying you're not grateful for that?"
A dangerous twinkle appeared in his eyes. He was still kneeling beside her, and one hand had automatically come to a rest on her thigh. Or, the spot where her thigh had to be, under a layer of at least three blankets. Her face was red.
"I'm burning up. Maybe I'd be grateful if you'd release me from this sauna."
"You're clearly not a dragon."
"Never said I was." she grumbled.
With a few skillfull tugs, he freed her upper body, and she was quick to pedal the rest off her legs. A blissful smile escaped her lips as fresh air caressed her sticky body.
Her peace didn't last long.
When she felt Natsu's hands move along her body, her eyes snapped open.
"Natsu stop!"
He did not stop. His mischievous grin only spread further as he started tickling her sides until she started thrashing beneath him.
"S-sto- aahhahaha stOP!"
"Say please."
"N-never! Aaah!"
But no mercy was to be found in his eyes. Only when tears started drolling down her cheeks and her pushes turned into claws did he finally stop his torture. Her chest was heaving as she calmed down her beating heart. She glared up at him.
"I hate you."
Natsu clutched at his chest as if deeply hurt by her cruel words. After some more silent glaring, Lucy turned her back towards him.
"I'm ill. And you tickle me to death. And I'm freezing again. And you're so cruel."
Wow, she sure knew how to turn wallowing in self-pity into an art form.
Maybe he had strained her a little too much. She was a picture of misery, after all.
Without another word,he put his arms around her and pressed his head between her shoulder blades. His left leg came up and was flung over her hips, tugging her closer to his body. And so he stayed, feelinhg her relax into him as his body heat seeped into her.
"I'll warm you up, then." he mumbled, already sleepy. Her scent did that to him. But he felt her shift in his arms, clumsily turning until her chin came to a rest on top of his head. He smiled against the valley of her breasts. One of the many pillows that were piled up around them fell to the ground. For a moment, they just lay there.
"I am grateful, you know."
With a lazy half-smile, he pulled back and wiggled upwards, until his nose was brushing against hers.
"Natsu, no, don't kiss me! You'll catch a cold!"
He shrugged as he brushed his lips against hers.
"It'd be worth it. Also, bet I won't."
(He did.)