sea shells come and go, from one place to another. you lose them easily, and tend to find more beautiful ones as replacement. like many things in life.
love, opportunities, changes.
but not us.
take note: female reader
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The birds chirped outside, happy and high-spirited, successfully waking me up.
But I didn't want to, as I was way too comfortable at the moment.
With a slight blush, I realize that I was still holding Natsu's hand- more loosely now, and his head was laying on my shoulder, tickling the skin in my neck. His chest moved up and down, slowly and fully, exhaling through his mouth.
It's not often I get to see him like this, you think. Relaxed, and peaceful.
Carefully, I take his head in my hands and gently lay him down on the couch. He makes a small sound, too unintelligibly for me to understand, and makes himself comfortable. I smile softly, throwing an abandoned blanket on him that was warm from the sunlight.
I make my way to my room, sighing at the clothes thrown over the bed. Laundry day is coming up soon.
To find something to wear, you dig deep into your closet- pulling out what you called 'emergency clothing when laundry day is coming up and I have nothing else to wear' clothing. This consisted of a pair of washed jean shorts, used so many times the fabric faded into from blue to white and grey. With that, I tuck a black tank top into the shorts and pull my hair up into a high ponytail.
Heading to the kitchen, I notice that Natsu is still asleep. I smile.
Alright, what's for breakfast?
My eyes zoom into the Pancake Mix that stands on the counter. Opening my refrigerator, I grin as I see eggs and milk.
Not a second later, the house smells like vanilla and butter. I stand with my back to the living room, checking on the pancakes every few seconds.
Then, with shivers that creep up my neck, a warm body presses itself into my back, and strong arms wind themselves around my waist.
"Good morning," Natsu murmurs into my ear, his morning voice like a growl, sending strange little butterflies into my stomach.
"Hey," I smile back, looking into his half-lidded, dark eyes. I feel a tinge of uncertainty in my heart as I realize how close we've become. More than friends, I mean, as I'm overly aware of his fingers that rest on my waist. Would it ever move past that? Could I... live with this? Am I okay with how we are right now?
"You're thinking too much..." he says, and I look over, to find him having an intense staring contest with the pancakes.
I giggle; of course, he'd be hungry. 'Hungry' is practically one of his personality traits.
"How can you tell? That I'm thinking too much, I mean?"
He shrugs. "I know you well enough that I can feel it, I guess. Do you have any bananas or chocolate chips?"
