Everything felt fuzzy and buzzing when Natsu slowly and achingly came to his senses, an annoying beeping kept assaulting his sensitive and over-heighten hearing.
There's a pounding throbbing to the side of his head, a bone-weary tiredness washed through his body and his every muscle screamed in protest with the littless movements.
He was blearily aware that he woke up in some type of infirmary or hospital, judging by the whiteness of his surroundings and a heart monitor stood by his bedside (ahh, that explained the annoying sound from earlier).
How he came to lie here was out of question, as he couldn't recall for the life of him without this bitch ass throbbing flaring up from the mental exercise.
But Natsu could vaguely make out snippets from his memory that fighting was involved. Not just any fights, but it was the final match between him and the current MMA Champion within the UFC 303. The crowd was wild as their cheers fed the intense energy coursing through his veins, and the blood pumping to his every limb as they tensed and locked up in position, preparing to take down his opponent and make history as the youngest UFC MMA Champion in his 20s.
His stats were among the elite this season and given signature deadly speed, lethal strikes, and winning streaks against opponents of different sizes and shapes, the rising star Salamander sure fired up the whole stadium.
Natsu's opponent was no joke either as the older male was a veteran and reigning champion in his mid-30s, his physique double in height and weight against the younger fighter. But the pinkette hardly batted an eyelash at the astounding difference, he didn't spar and come out battered and bruised - but winning against buffer dudes like Gajeel or Laxus back in the dojo for shit and giggles.
The two collided as they duked it out with flying fists and landing kicks as the crowd went wild at the animalistic display. They had been going at it for quite some time, both bloody and bruised, but Natsu seemed to have the upper hand as he looked slightly better out of the two.
At the last minute, the Salamander managed to upper-cut his opponent with a lethal blow to the jaw, guaranteeing his win but not before getting clocked to the head by a heavy, stray fist from the older male as his last attempt to win.
His surroundings were swaying from that point, his ears rang with black spots dotted his vision, and the only thing that kept him standing was sheer determination and stubbornness as he watched his opponent go down and down for the count.
Then everything went black afterward.
Musing his situation, Natsu felt immense satisfaction from bagging the championship, no doubt that would bring in huge lump-sum payments from the grand prize, his contract, and sponsorships. The reward was enough to triumph over the aching pain, the feeling of nausea similar to his motion sickness, and the fuzzy memory that he was currently experiencing all at the same time.
But a nagging feeling kept bugging at the back of the fighter's mind that he was forgetting something. Or someone. But he couldn't put it together for the life of him with the concussion from the blow fogging his mind.
Right on cue, his hospital door busted open and Natsu would heavily deny that he did not squeal (the Natsu Dragneel don't do squealing, just pitched shout) at the sudden action. He could hear frantic voices from the opened door, and as his eyes made their way to the entrance, his breath hitched as he took in the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon.
She was talking with whom he assumed was a doctor, judging from appearance, and despite the messily donned up bun and the frumpy attire that looked like she was rushing to get here, the disorderly couldn't hide the silkiness of her gold-spun hair and the sinful curves on her petite frame. Natsu could only see the profile of the buxom blond, but he was certain that she was overtly attractive with long thick lashes, a high button nose, and the gentle curve of her heart-shaped face.
The bewitched fighter was so attracted to the woman that he didn't catch any exchanged words from the pair, only when the doctor made his way out and the gorgeous woman turned to fully face him with an angry frown marring her face that he snapped out of it.
He was definitely right to think that was beautiful. If her profile was attractive, then her full frontal took his breath away with doe-brown eyes twinkling with burning fire and her full, rosy lips tugged down in a mix between a pout and a frown. Even in anger, she still looked like a goddess who came to cast judgment upon him for the wrongs he didn't know he committed.
Never before had Natsu felt so much attraction towards somebody, especially towards the opposite sex despite seeing scantily clad, curvaceous ring girls strolling around or female fans crowding him after a match. No one could hold a candle to this shining, angry blonde goddess.
Natsu felt his heart palpitating and his face heating up like a pre-pubescent schoolboy watching his object of admiration march up to his bedside with her dainty fists shaking and heel-clad feet clacking noisily on the tiled floor.
"Natsu! Would it kill you to be more careful during your fight and not black out from a concussion?! Do you want me to die prematurely from anxiety or something?!!" The petite woman was all up to his face as she heatedly reprimanded him for the injury from his match. Still, Natsu only half-heartedly focused as his nose filled up with the comforting scent of camellia, and her gorgeous face so close up that he just wanted to catch those supple lips between his and indulge in their softness.
Then the blonde shockingly wrapped her pale arms around his neck as she buried her face in the crooked of his neck, her pouty petals ticklishly brushing against his skin as she continued to speak. "I was so worried Natsu. I know you're strong and this injury to you was nothing, but it pained me to see you hurt. You're lucky that Gray was there to take you to the hospital after you blacked out! Everyone was worried as well and we had to hold Erza back from marching to the hospital and beat you back to unconsciousness because you were too careless. You have to be more careful next time, for me please."
Natsu was stupefied to say the least as he could only dumbly nod to the girl's request, something he questioned immensely at the almost automatic compliance to this stranger's ask when he was famously known for his stubbornness and defiance, and even more shocking how his arms had wound around the blond's frame and the natural way his body relaxed in her embrace.
He only got this comfortable and let his guard down around his family and closest friends, and would only get this touchy-feely with someone dearest to him, like his wife.
Wait, wife? That's it! That was the nagging feeling that kept thrumming in the back of his wife. He's wedded. He had a wife that might be waiting for him at home and she must be worried to death with him not coming home way past the promised time.
But the ironic part was that he couldn't remember her face, no matter how hard he tried, only the warmth and content feeling filled his heart at the thought of her.
Anyway, back to the current situation where a stranger was holding him intimately with her soft hand now trailing down his chest, rubbing soothing circles that almost made him purr with contentment, Natsu knew he had to end this.
Even though this stranger seemed to speak fondly and familiar of him and his closest friends, and despite his insurmountable attraction to this breathtakingly beautiful girl, Natsu was a committed, loyal man. He knew whoever he vowed to spend the rest of his life with was someone he dearly cherished and loved forever.
Clearing his throat, Natsu rasped out slowly, his throat a bit parched and vocal disused for a long time "I'm sorry but you have to stop this. I have a wife and she would be upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest".
He tried to let her down gently but firmly and the hand on his chest stilled as the blonde looked straight and intently into his eyes to see if he was joking. Seeing that he was dead serious, the girl lowered her head, her thin shoulders trembled and Natsu couldn’t help but feel bad for her, but what done was done. He needed to set boundaries, beautiful or not.
But instead of the teary face of a heart-broken girl, Natsu was greeted with peals of angelic laughter as the blonde wheezed as if he just told the greatest joke in the world. Despite being a 5ft10 guy with densely packed muscle weighing at 155 lbs, Natsu admitted he just a teeny tiny bit taken back by this weird behavior of the much smaller woman. What a weirdo.
After laughing for what felt like an eternity, the blonde composed herself enough to speak, while entirely ignoring the incredulous and slight apprehensive look the fighter was throwing at her way. “Mavis, I didn’t think the concussion would affect your memory this bad, and while I don’t know if I should feel flattered or offended, but I am, as a matter of fact, your wife!”
At this, she raised her left hand up to display a simple but shimmering silver band with a small, rosy princess-cut diamond resting sparklingly on her dainty ring finger. Her right hand resumed it petting motion on top of his broad chest and a cheeky smirk graced her beautiful face, with cheeks flushed adoringly, as she mischievously gazed down at his stunned face. “The name Lucy Heartfillia. But I guess it’s Mrs. Dragneel for everyone to go by. Does the name rings any bells, dear husband of mine?”
The hamster in Natsu’s head was definitely running a slow snail-paced on his wheel now as the pinkette tried to wrap his head around how he managed to bag such a goddess like the one in front of him now. His eyes unashamedly swept through Lucy’s figure as he took in every gorgeous details of his wife.
Oh my god, his wife was the Lucy Heartfilia, the most sought out Angels of the VS line up, top 10 of most beautiful women in the world, founder of the Heartfilia Scholarship Fund for young female leadership, and the list goes on. But to him, she was just Lucy - his best friend, biggest supporter, his rock and the amazing loving life partner anyone could ask for.
How he managed to get such an amazing person to fell in love and married him was a world-class riddle itself. And he just had to go and make a fool of himself by forgetting her, of any people!
His heart monitor beeping wildly and his brain short-circuiting at the astounding revelation, his big fat mouth decided to move faster than his frying brain could think of as he let slipped out a response, no different than any hormonal male when being graced by the presence of an attractive woman. “Sup”
Lucy’s tinkling laugh gracing his ears as she wrapped both arms around the fighter’s neck, her supple lips pebbled kisses all over Natsu’s flushed but lit with delight face as he drunkenly drowned in her sea of warmth and affection. “Nastu you dork. I can’t believe you go getting yourself a concussion and forget about me like that. You’re in big trouble mister.”
The blonde faked huffing but she didn’t stop pressing butterfly kisses to his forehead, cheeks and chin, deliberately avoiding his lips, as her soft fingers gently cupped his strong jaws.
“Sowwy Lushi. It’s the darn concussion fault that made my memory all messed up. How could I ever willingly forget my beautiful wife.” The pinkette whined pitifully as he shot her the best puppy dog looked. Toned arms once again wrapped around her slim waist to anchor her close as he rested his chin on her soft, bountiful chest.
“Alright alright you big baby. I forgive you now, but don’t think you’re off the hook. I’m planning to have you committed me to your. Every. Senses when you’re better” The minx whispered seductively in his ear as she lightly nibbled at his ear lobe to emphasize.
A deep snarled tore through Natsu’s chest at the enticing promise. His large callous hand shot up to roughly turned Lucy’s pretty little head and crashed their lips together in a heated frenzy, their tongues clashing and rubbing each other messily in a fight for dominance.
That until a sharp pain from his bitching concussion, which Natsu had entirely forgot about the damn thing that put him here in the first place due to the euphoric lip lock with Lucy, as he was forced to mournfully break their kiss to hold his head.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry Natsu. I totally forgot that you’re still hurting. Let me call a nurse to see if they had anything for you.” His wife guiltily look at him, sadness and worry clouded her sparkling brown eyes, and seeing that look tugged his heart achingly as it was never something Natsu ever wanted to grace her beautiful features if he could help it.
As she turned to leave for help, the pinkette’s hand shot out to grip her smaller one gently but firmly when he shook his head. “No, it’s alright. I just need to stay here with me baby”
“Are you sure?” Lucy’s doe eyes showed confliction as she half turned towards the door, feet poised to moving.
“Yeah, I’m sure. So come back and cuddle with me Lushi. I need my daily dose of your touch” Natsu whined noisily while tugging her to come join him on the bed.
Shaking her head exasperately, the model still comply to his request as she climbed into the created space on the single bed as Natsu scooched back as much as he could without falling right off the bed.
It was a bit uncomfortably tight and required lots of maneuvering, but the couple made do with Lucy’s smaller form half lie on Natsu’s much bulkier one, his head cushioned comfortably on the girl’s pillowy chest.
“Okay hubby, get some more rest and get better soon so we can go home and cuddle on our own soft bed. This mattress is rock hard!” It’s Lucy turn to whine at him as her small hand carded through his spiky pink strands and scratched his scalp so soothingly that he began to succumb to the pull of slumber.
Letting out a happy hum as affirmation, Natsu shared the same sentiment as he couldn’t wait to get back home and make good of the plan his wife promised earlier!
