Fight for Glory↠NaLu

Chapter 18: Accept or denial?

A.N: I'm really excited, I KNOW you guys are going to love this chapter.

Lucy played a little ball with them, and luckily she convinced Bickslow not to stand by himself.

She pretended that she hadn't seen Levy's vicious glaring towards him, or feeling Natsu's anger wavering from his body.

Lucy's job was to make sure Bickslow had a good time, that's all that mattered now, and she thinks she got the job done.

Natsu treaded behind her as everyone else started walking away. "So, you're leaving with him?"

Lucy nodded her head. "Yup, I promised I'd go with him later, he wanted to show me something."

She looked back to see her Blue with an excited grin, having the spirit of a young boy in a young mans body. He was so giddy.

She caught his provoking glare haze past her, his body tensing with jagged breaths. "He's not going to kidnap me, you don't need to worry." Her hand cupped his cheek, bringing his eyes back to her. "I promise we can do something later."

Natsu let his arms drop, the pads of her fingers cradling his jawline. He didn't understand it, the softest touch could evaporate his indignation into pools that sept in his veins. How could someone have such a powerful impact on him in the most tender moments.

Gods, her amber eyes was all he had to meet, everything was okay.

"Yeah, but if you need anything," Natsu let his body relax under her touch as her thumb stroked his cheek. "Don't hesitate to call me, Luce."

"Okay."

"Y'ready Angel Face? I can't wait to eat something."

Nothing was okay anymore.

Natsu snapped his head, his eyes were like burning daggers as they glared at Bickslow. "What the fuck?"

Bickslow slyly grinned as Lucy gave him a knowingly look. He said that on purpose, she thought.

"What? Doesn't her hair remind you of angel hair pasta? She's my Angel Face."

Lucy wanted to zip his lips up for good and throw away the key for once. "Don't worry about hi-"

"No fucking way," Natsu growled from the back of his throat, taking a step forward.

"Natsu, ua maika'i, look at me." Lucy looked back at him, gently caressing his face in both palms of her hands. His jawline was tight, a vein was more visible on his forehead, his whole structure was tense.

She remembered Bickslow's words on his anger, but she wasn't afraid.

"I promise I'll explain later, you can trust me," Lucy breathed, gently smiling.

He melted into her touch, forgetting his fear. "You better, Luce."

The moment he closed his eyes for a brief moment, a feather-light kiss was placed tenderly just above his eyebrows, lingering no more than a second.

His breath caught in his lungs. Warmth spread through his veins. He opened his eyes and glanced at her saccharine lips that has a serene smile, then her eyes gleaming.

"E'ike wau iā'oe ma hope."

His lips curved upwards as she followed Bickslow, reaching to touch the spot on his skin where her lips had brushed on.

Whatever she said, he knew it was something good.

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