Series: Fairy Tail.
Pairing: NaLu.
Spoilers: CH. 478.
Rated: T for light sexual themes.
A/N: I couldn’t help but laugh at Natsu’s reaction to Lucy’s clothes fading away in the recent chapter and it made me wonder how things would be in the future, should they enter a physical relationship. Anyway, this little oneshot is based a couple of years in the future and is 1000000% inspired by that moment. Hahaha.
Natsu dodged an incoming barrage of pillows, finding shelter behind the seat at Lucy’s desk. One fist on her hip, the other in the air, Lucy was the picture of fury. She glared at him now like a woman possessed by wrath itself. His eyes skimmed over her smooth skin, up her long legs, over the curve of her hips, the lace of her panties, and then, finally, up and over the matching bra she wore. Her face burned with rage. It was easy to tell, in her exposed state, that she was shaking.
“What did I do?!” he yelled, spinning the chair so the back could deflect her second onslaught of pillows – the same pillows she’d thrown moments before.
Heaving a sigh, Lucy sat on their bed and laced her fingers together on her lap. She looked to have calmed enough that her shoulders had relaxed, but Natsu wasn’t quite convinced. She still looked hurt – and furiously so. He could always tell when she was suffering, be it a small problem or a large one. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help Lucy, of course he did. Rather, sometimes, she was just too difficult to understand. She’d answer his question with another, making it near impossible to find the source of her problems.
Leaving his chosen base of operation – and emergency defence – Natsu approached the bed in small, daring steps. She watched him come in silence, her eyes bitten by an impending stream of tears. She wiped one away when he reached her, clearly irritated with herself and with him. He stood before her now with an expression of calm understanding.
“Stupid Natsu,” she sniffed. “How could you?”
Natsu bent to place his hands on her shoulders. “What’s wrong, Lucy?”
She scowled at him. “What’s wrong?”
“’Aren’t you cold?’” she quoted back to him, the words he’d said moments after finding her sitting on the bed in her underwear. “Just what kind of response is that?”
“Huh? But you had goose–”
“Stupid Natsu,” she snapped. “You should offer to warm me up or, I don’t know, something. I took the time to be, to be sexy, and alluring, and you just… I chose this underwear just for you and all you had to say was that. You’re not supposed to be used to this. You’re supposed to… I don’t know… not that.”
A rush of understanding hit him like a tidal wave. “Lucy…”
“Anybody else would have… Why do you not… You’re such a–”
Natsu interrupted Lucy’s potential tangent with a kiss – not to silence her sorrows or to prevent an argument – but to prove that he understood, truly understood, what it was she wanted from him.
If only she knew just how much she affected him. Whether he was stealing a glance at her face in battle or holding her while she slept, Lucy Heartfilia was Lucy Heartfilia and that meant more to him than she could ever truly understand. Natsu had never thought to vocalise his attraction to her because, well, to him, it was obvious. Overwhelmingly so. Lucy was beautiful and strong and smart. She was inspiring and kind and devoted. She was Lucy. His Lucy. He couldn’t recall Fairy Tail without her.
He couldn’t recall life without her.
She stared up into his eyes, unsure how to respond to their kiss. Natsu found himself smiling. For someone so smart, Lucy sure was stupid. Grinning to himself, Natsu pressed his forehead against hers and squeezed her shoulders.
“You’re always sexy,” he told her. “Just because I’m used to seeing you without clothes on doesn’t mean you don’t get me all fired up.”
“What are you saying, Dumby?”
“I’m saying,” he lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned in to press a kiss on her neck, “that I always find you alluring.”
She let out a heavy breath. “It wouldn’t kill you to respond to my efforts once in a while.”
Natsu laughed at that. “I’m responding now, arent I?”
Her face heated. He could hear the sound of her heart racing in her chest. It mimicked the sound of his own. Even now, after all this time, Lucy Heartfilia made him nervous and happy all at the same time.
“So, you like it then?” she asked. “My underwear?”
“I’d like it better as a pile of ash on the floor.”
She laughed when he kissed her a second time, swallowing up her anger and her displeasure along with it. She was burning in his arms and he was more than ready to breed a flame that would scorch up the entire apartment.
“Get ready Lucy,” he said between kisses, “’cause there’s a fire in my belly that’s waiting to get out.”