Maneuvering him off of me without waking him is hardly difficult, he's shivering slightly- which is no surprise with rough sex in addition to having been without a blanket after both of us had blacked out. Really, I'm still buzzing, not nearly as much- but my body feels euphoric, more heavy. Similar enough to a typical one night stand, common enough in that I recognize the feeling, satisfaction. Yet, to look at the passed out man sprawled out on the sheets, pink hair matted dark right onto his forehead, some type of smile painted on his lips along with the saliva so clearly dribbling down his jaw- his lip gloss is also smeared a little. His body is quaking ever so often, his dress -that we hadn't bothered to remove, the skirt is hitched so close to the peak of his thighs, of which are shining slightly with residue, lace panties down at his ankles. That image is far different then seeing a random young woman on my bed- exceptionally, because there is definitely the rise of a smirk forming with the sight. Acknowledgement that I had deseveled the powerful- fiery man, a man who had been begging for it in complete submission does send a flare through my mind. However, its just the fact that Natsu is- that Natsu is the one there- that makes it special.
Being rather sweat covered the bathroom is my next attention, I'm not going to bother with what I look like, only the shower has my focus- a whole lot of hot water and soap sounds better then staring at how messed I must appear. The fact that my boxers are sticking to my skin as glue might -not to mention them being a slight too tight already not helping- well its further attestment that I need to clean up. The easing of warm water pouring over my hair, my back and arms is refreshing away from the stick I'd been covered with. Really, considering I hadn't thought of gay sex until I'd started with Natsu- other then shaken my head away and grimaced at it. Being so satisfying was not what I expected. Because although more wet, pussy has basically no grip in comparision to Natsu clenching around me. In that same respect, I've been with many sleezy whores with painted lips and overdone eyeshadow sucking me off- but again, compared to Natsu with a simple sheen of shimmering lip-gloss, they're just ugly. The thought of him with firey red lips does have me interested, more to flip-off to those women then anything, but the image is so refreshing in my mind, I will have to ask him at some point.
The sting in my chest does rise to reject that thought, only minor, but there nonetheless; because I don't know what happened yesterday when Natsu had shown off. Though I know it had been bad, seeing Natsu cry like that was more then foregin, the sight is plainly grotesque. He had been fucking hiccuping and while I did expect retaliation for his idea to be shown, to understand that it caused such emotional wreckage really sets a burning ember into my stomach.
I force myself out from the warm spray of water, otherwise I'd take it all.
The cute pinket is already sitting up as I step out, the softest smile on his face with half-lidded eyes and attempting to move out of bed at a snail's pace. Flinching slightly- if my smirk is obvious, he isn't scowling as he looks my way. Mainly because his face is turning more scarlet then a certain knight's hair, wide eyed and making no attempt to hide that his gaze is looking me up and down. Maybe I'm smirking too much at the explicit expression he's making- but I really don't care, something is tickling pleasantly down my spine with the plain stare, that same feeling of arrogance and smug satisfaction is punching its way up from the darker side of my brain to the forefront, the type I haven't had since the battle of Fairy Tail. I'll leave it be however, this time. Knowing his eyes are following me as I reach into my bag, does have me wanting to drop the towel for his sake, but time is a hindrance, and he still needs to take a shower before we leave- unless he wants to smell like sweat, sex, and me; actually it isn't a bad idea- maybe I should tell him there's no hot water left, he won't go in then. Thoughts that shouldn't be coming forth within reason, but they're stuck deep- and I doubt they're going to leave. I glance back at him, the familiar fabric of my shirt in hand; he's limping, sure it is his own fault -I had been trying to go slow. At first.- but watching him do so does make me want to stand a little taller. His dirty dress is sticking to his thighs.
Managing to scrounge clothing from his bag, I do notice that its one of the other dresses he picked up, same basic design, but this one is purple with white lines. I raise my brow- then lower it, as I find myself smiling; because, naturally, whatever had happened yesterday hasn't deterred him, thats just the man I've fallen in love with and partially why I find him so attractive in the first place. The dress in fact, is one that I picked out, the deep blue one is beautiful and undoubtably suits him, but the purple one… I glance at my favourite shirt in hand; well I have my reasons.
He takes some time in the bathroom, I've already taken my medicine and am in the process of grabbing the motel service breakfast when he comes out. For once, his hair is brushed. I do find myself flinching for the difference because its curly- extremely curly -tight curls- ontop of his head only just off from being a full on afro and its fucking gorgeous. Understanding that the reason why it had always looked so much like clusters of spikes is because it was clumped together- tangled; kind of rocks back what I thought I knew. However, my mouth gets violently clasped together as he turns around, and there he is; wearing bright red lipstick. Did he get a projection of my thoughts or something? Did he pick them out of the water? He looks damn feminine, and though I know his goal is to oppose it -which I vaguely understand,- to me, he looks like a woman: Curly hair -natural apparently,- flowing purple dress -panties underneath? Needs further private investigation,- and brightened raspberry lipstick. My pants sterr just a little.
"Natsu?" I'm not certain what I'm questioning, to much running vivid through my mind. He grins at me, then punches his hand with a challenging smirk.
"Well! If everyone's gonna have a problem with me then I'm gonna show them as much-" He uses air quotes "-'femininity' as I can!" Staring at him might be the wrong thing, though my reasoning is mainly because I'm surprised he can pull it off so well. The small glare I get in return does tell me I wasn't exactly looking supportive though. "What!" The snap he lets out is loud and does make my ears protest for a moment, yet he's kind of shrinking downwards- its plainly defensive.
"You have curly hair?" Perhaps its simply one of the questions running through my head, but at least it will probably divert him from thinking I was rejecting his choice. He springs up, blinking for a moment before grinning with eyes closed.
"Oh yeah! I just can't bother to brush it, its sooo annoying!" Right, its Natsu, such reasoning is only reasonable- ridiculous, but not to him.
"You should, you look-" Again my mouth is clamping closed, a tingle of cold running in my blood. I hand him his food, "-here we have to head out soon." I let myself fall onto the bed, sitting just so I can eat, but then he lowers himself slowly beside me. I want to flinch away- because everything is mixing up in my head, and I don't know how to say what I think, its stupid -for fucks sake I've said it before, but I can't force my lips open. He's loud, as normal, digging into his food, cheeks probably puffing out as they always do when he crams in as much food as he can into his mouth; as if he's going for hibernation and stocking up. Gentle, theres a slight pressure on my arm- I see tight pink curls resting on my bicep. He's not done eating but I can hear him swallow.
"Thank you." That makes me sigh as the warmth of relief flows through my mind, at least he knows something of what I want to say.
There's a break in the competition, a surprise announcement for all competing. There had not been an indication, but a rumour was surrounding the lower city that there was some type of trouble within the royal family causing a halt. Therein rather unfounded, yet more reliable a source then those of the upperclass- the only reason I know of the whispers at all is because I -unlike my entire guild- know how to operate around the slums of the city. In fact, should anyone of those sheltered by the boundaries of Fairy Tail's previous prestige should know of the mutterings about, I will be heavily surprised. Natsu was still pouting about it, arms crossed, slouched over slightly, really I'm only looking at him by the side of my eye, but his lower lip is pouting out just a margin and it has rather grasped my attention. Luckily I'm not enough of an idiot to stare in a crowded street with many gossips- then again, he does look rather like a woman. None of our guildmates are stragling about as far as I can tell- likely they're already in the bar or exploring the rest of the capital with some type of stupid exictment. We're in the less popular area, the area filled with men and women with long held grudges against the highclass, who've been excluded by society for any excuse of difference or prejudice. That in itself is rather apparent, considering the margin of black individuals here in contrast to the otherside of the city; pure racism, to be honest.
Its a place most sheltered persons don't want to go touring, theres more of a knight presence here because of the assumption of crime yes. The coddled bastards not taking into account that most drug, arms, or even human trafficking deals are in the high-end for that very reason- and are usually made by bored ivory skined nobility. That is, no one from our guild would be walking down these roads.
With using Natsu's intricate look- and unfortunately our skin tone,- it wouldn't be unusual to… Its a little awkward just to raise my arm pieces of me screaming because of the obscurity, because really I don't know what to expect- and I have a feeling it will just be a different experience compared to what I've known with women. Yet, as I let my arm fall over his shoulders and contact it provides, his head just slightly under my arm, there's a sweeping of comfort in my mind- with the fact that he's beside me, wants to be beside me, and really that I'm the person he's choosing the be with. He's under my arm, just barely pressed to my side; and he's mine to hold.
I glance at him- I can't know his feelings on the action, but of course- naturally, he's grinning up at me with eyes wide open and the most joyful expression. Scoffing at the reaction is easy, he's small and fitting him close is simple, no one spares us a glance, we're just a run of the mill couple after all. Even, by all irony, we get a rised eyebrow and a smile from one of the White Knights in the area, one who turns back to glaring at a group of teenager's gathered together and laughing afterwards; all with a dark skin tone. It just makes me want to punch the man really- I know how deep that discrimination can go, and its more then simple arbitrary arrests. When hiding from your grandfather and guild in such area's you come know the people; most of which I've found are either scrounging for a paycheck for their families, been screwed over by the system, or have lost themselves trying to run from reality. Come to think of it, I've probably met more gay people then I've realized considering how well they get accepted in society, those who don't get found out and imprisoned -exucuted- anyway.
"Laxus!" The glare on his face tells me plain enough that I've been spacing out, which is kind of amazing given how boisterous Natsu can be. I give a noncominitive sound as acknowledgement, mainly because I have no idea what he had been saying prior to snapping me back to the present. "I said- why don't we go on a date! It would-" I expect my muscles to twitch and my mouth to shout 'no,' with firm deliverance for a second; because as I said in the lobby days ago it would be a bad idea. However, that response doesn't fit in with my thoughts, and looking to him once again -as I've just rationalized in my mind- it really would be fine.
"Yeah alright." I say it, but the discomfort weighs in because I have no idea where to take him, or where he wants to go. My limited knowledge on women doesn't help much either, basically -if not all- the relationships I've had have been fuck-buddies or small flings that didn't last a week. Dating is not my fortie, as well expressed by the fact that Natsu and I have only ever walked in the park or had dinner at my place. Crocus is an entirely different game, there's more to do here sure, but most of the nice spots are up end- and that is where most of our guildmembers are likely to be lurking about. However, feeling the jump in his step under my arm, hearing the little laugh as he literally cuddles up to my side, and of course, looking directly down to him- seeing his midnight star eyes scintillating as they always do, staring up at me; his radiant aura shining bright for me to relish in, there could be nothing more worth the risk. I tug him to the side, mainstreet not far away, wracking my mind for a spot that would work with his ridiculously high energy and inadvertent habit of destroying things, while also being enjoyable. The capital is a stringent place for the most part, finding a place that might work with a man of Natsu's particular nature wouldn't be simple.
The crisp difference in neighborhoods is nye impossible to miss, and discomforting, its so obvious one could stick up a wall and it would fit with the atmosphere and well cared for buildings. Midway through the main road, I'm prickling slightly for the illusionary stares I can feel piercing me down, chest rather tight in glancing around for any sign of a familiar face, nose on high alert as potential extra security. Paranoia a little cloud over my mentality, then a scarred hand holds mine, Natsu reaching up to grasp it from where its draped over him. "Laxus look!" His finger is pointing towards a little set-up made off the main road in a park- not middlepark though, an offset one, less funded but still well maintained; there is a small dancefloor set up, many couples swing dancing to a jazz band, others just laughing by the sides. It appears to be a rather simple event as there isn't many people there, but its also where a lot of laughter is and generally seems fun. "That looks great!" Then once again, I'm being tugged forward, I can't say I truly mind though- as much as I wish I could, but he's so goddamned exicted; and really its a good idea for a date for someone like Natsu.
The music isn't something I would commonly listen to, but its not bad either, swaying my shoulders to the flow of the music is automatic. Beside me Natsu is more enthusiastic, even grooving slightly as we approach. However, his hand is tugging tight on mine towards the dance area, and that just sends a shiver down my spine. I stop and pull him backwards with the force, he doesn't stumble much luckily, and turning to me he doesn't seem mad, but confused. "I don't dance Natsu." There isn't a better way to put it really, but staring at all the couples having fun and swinging to the band, does bring out the urge; regardless though I couldn't dance like that, on top of not being able to- the deepest part of my stomach screams away at the thought of the man in front of me seeing just how bad I am. I can feel my legs shake just slightly at the very aspect of it- he doesn't need to see me like that. Yet, in staring at the dance floor in envy- because I wish I could, theres a squeeze on my hand, having forgotten that it was in the pinket's grip. His eyes are bright in staring at me, but the smile on his face is gentle, sweet even, and his tug forward is soft, not forceful. He's backing up to the dance area. I feel my body stuttering, because saying 'no' doesn't feel right on my tongue. "I don't know how to-" My muscles all feel like they're doing something different while my shirt is starting to hold onto my skin.
"-neither do I!" He laughs right before me, not caring at how loud he's being, but he's still dragging us to where everyone else is with a genuine smile on his face; not a hint- a glint of doubt in his expression. A new song begins, and a true explosion of energy occurs around us, as it is fast and joyous; already Natsu starts to swing, shoulders from side to side, legs a little chaotic, and body twisting a bit strangely- but he's still holding onto my hand. There's so many people around -even though the gathering is rather small,- I would prefer it that no one saw me make a fool out of myself- old memories at the back of my head are already shouting against the idea. Pride burning fast throughout my system, with the grass not far away seeming so tempting a place to run; let myself watch everyone else enjoying themselves. Yet… the music isn't too hard to get into the grove of, and there is security in the pressure holding my hand- seeing him just indulge with the action. He's no smooth dancer, nothing ethereal, in fact in comparison to most everyone else surrounding he looks really idiotic; but he's still having fun.
I let myself swing his arm a little with my own, because focusing on him is easier then glancing around and knowing I'm about to have so many people see me making a fool of myself. At least it won't just be me, with the music I find my foot beginning to losen and tapping around a bit, shoulders following with the excitement of the tone. Its almost fun actually, without paying attention- people are kind of just disappearing, though I can still see they're around, in perception they're blank figures. Natsu is kind of guiding us, but really- I let my leg kick out, my hips are swaying naturally; and its fun to not pay attention. He's laughing and the vibration of the chuckle in my throat is so welcome, that all concerns of others leave me through the action. Spinning him as he grins, pulling him close and spinning him outwards in a mocking parody of our fist fight in the cathedral is instinctive, but the sensations of bubbles in my chest and a buzz in my limbs from the free flow of the action isn't; its foriegn. The sight of his skirt just warping around, glimpses of his lipstick a blurring in his fast motion, the curls of his hair bouncing up and down as he shakes to the band, that alone could make it all worth it. But, there's a lightness- a weight gone from my stomach that I hadn't realized been there for- for… a long time.
He's not expecting it when I lift him up by the waist as so many other couples are doing, but he doesn't protest as we spin either- in fact, he's looking down at me with a warmth, lashes wet, and while his lips aren't in a smile I can tell they're close. An expression close to delight but- the way his mouth turns up at the corners within milliseconds into a simper- its contentment I see. A soft type of pleasure on his face that has no relation to sex; but instead the afterglow moments of precious warmth afterwards, moments were you caress your partners hair or stroke their cheek, when you bend to give them the most gentle kiss as thank you, without the words of binding leaving your lips, but both of you knowing what is said. He's still in my arms when everyone else has been put onto the ground and though I can hear another song building from the sound of the trumpet on the other side, I pull his lips to mine. Something gentle before I put him down, and he doesn't grin, but he sinks into himself a sweetened curved smile on his lips, eyes shut tight as his cheeks turn pink; an adorable expression that none would imagine a warrior as him could make. He snaps out of it rather quickly however, as the next song rises into its energy.
"So what do you say about a dance off!" He pumps up his fist as if he's actually challenging me to a brawl- my eyes roll, theres a certain cloud in the sky I find interesting.
"I'll pass."