Compliments

Chapter 15-Muffins and Make out Sessions

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail and its characters belong to Hiro Mashima

When I woke up the following morning, I hoped Natsu had left. I don’t know why I ran, and why I didn’t talk to him, but it just happened. I just remembered that he had seen the scar, and I bolted like a frightened animal. It wasn’t that bad, right? It was just a scar. That’s all he’d seen. So why did it matter so much to me? Thoughts bubbled through my head as I strolled leisurely down the hall towards my compact kitchen. Little did I know there would be a surprise for me there. A big surprise. When I reached the room, I saw a pink-haired idiot sitting crossed-legged on the countertop.

“Natsu,” I growled. At the sound of my voice, he immediately turned his attention onto me, and he wore a sheepish grin on his sharp, yet friendly, features.

“H-hey Luce!”

“Natsu what are you doing here?”
“Well you-“
“How did you get in here?”
“Through the-“
“Why are you eating my food?”

“I was hungry-“ I cut him off abruptly and sighed exasperatedly, rubbing my temples in an irritated motion.

“Never mind, but seriously, how did you get in here?” I asked, and that almost guilty look wiped across his face again, and he pointed weakly towards the window in my living room.

“You came in through the window?!” I screeched, and he scratched his head nervously, with the half-eaten muffin still resting in his opposite hand.

“Well yeah…you locked your door so…” He trailed off, and I sighed again as I started gathering the needed ingredients for breakfast.

I sat down in the seat next to my friend and set down my plate of eggs and toast. He had gotten more of the small muffins that infested my pantry and was currently sitting sideways in the chair, facing me as I ate.

I chewed before swallowing, and turned my head to face him, pointing my fork his way.

“How do you stay so skinny when all you eat is junk food?” I asked, motioning towards his rapidly decreasing pile of packaged muffins.

“I work out-duh,” he retorted matter-of-factly around a mouthful of bread. I sighed, and heard a clatter on the floor, and I noticed the absence of my fork. So naturally, I bent down and picked it up.

“Aw Luce stop! Your hair is brushing against my muffin!” he cried, and I quickly pulled back up, to look at him in bewilderment.

“What?”

“Your hair was all over my muffin!”
“What!? Why does that even-what!?”
“Your hair couldn’t get enough of my muffin!”
“Natsu no! What!? No!” I sputtered, and turned away hastily, hurrying to finish my breakfast. After a short while of silence, I heard the telltale rustling of another package opening, and I felt a light tap on my arm.

“Sorry Luce I just tapped you with my muffin.” I shot him another puzzled glance, but he paid no attention to me.

After I had finished my meal and Natsu ran out of muffins to eat, he followed me into the living room, and onto the couch beside me.

“Why are you still here,” I muttered. It was more of a question than a command.

“Well who else is gonna keep you company?” He inquired with a small smirk gracing his thin lips. I had to hold back a smile of my own at the sight of the mere jerk of his lips.

“Compliment for the day! I don’t think you should cover up your scars; they give you character,” my friend said with a genuine smile, and it was only a second later that I realized he had commented on my scars. My hand flew onto my left cheek, where the scars lay, and I gasped as I felt the light bumpiness of the permanently damaged flesh. He saw my scars. Again. I scrambled off the couch, hand planted firmly on my cheek, but I was pulled back onto the cushiony seat by an unmistakable hand.

“What did I just say?” My pink-headed crush murmured, and he was soon hovering above me, charcoal eyes lidded. He held me firmly, pinning me down by my arms, yet I didn’t even try to escape his grasp.

“What did I say?? He repeated.

“T-to not cover up my s-scars…” I whispered, and he lowered his head down slightly, until I could feel his hot breath against my cool skin. Before I knew it, his lips captured mine, holding them captive in their hold. My own lips moved with his, like a rhythmic dance. My hands moved to their own accord, and they were soon tangled in his thick hair. Our breaths were short, but that didn’t stop us. His hot lips moved against mine. His movements were clumsy yet demanding and I couldn’t seem to get enough. I moaned into his mouth as he bit down onto my bottom lip, and I pulled at his hair again.

A knock sounded at the door, but neither of us stopped. At least, until I heard my eldest friend’s bold voice through the front door.

“Lucy?” She asked through the wood, and I stopped abruptly, my breaths short and I tried to regain my breath.

“E-Erza?” I shouted, mentally cursing my stuttering.

“Lucy, may I come in?”

“J-Just a second Erza!” I squeaked, and I pushed Natsu off of me, sending him tumbling to the floor.

“What the hell Lu-“ he started, and I clamped a panicky hand over his mouth.

“Natsu get out now! If Erza finds out that we were kinda-making out-she’d kill me and you!” I whispered, and grabbed his shirt that had been thrown to the floor at some point and shoved it into his chest, pushing him towards my room.

“I’m staying in your room?” He whisper-yelled, and I nodded hastily, and bumped my shin against an end table.

“Lucy?” Erza’s voice asked that was clearly flooded with concern, and I cursed under my breath and managed to shove Natsu into my room, and rush over to the door where one of my closest friends waited on the opposing side of the door.