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something something, wrote this at 2am while screaming. enjoy. ao3

If there’s one thing Natsu knows, it’s how to fluster Lucy. He knows all the right strings to pluck and all the correct buttons to push to turn her cheeks to cherries. It’s a skill he’s honed over the years, and he makes liberal use of it. Lucy, on the other hand, is not so fond.

He’s been at her all day, teasing her, poking her, doing whatever he can to elicit some type of reaction for his own amusement. By the time they’re back at her apartment, Lucy’s cooled off a little—no longer short-fused and ready to lose her temper at the flick of a switch. If anything, she’s curious.

Natsu is an enigma to her. He’s weird, like no one else she’s ever met or will meet, so sometimes she likes to probe him, figure out just what it is that is going on inside his head. When she asks him why he insists on teasing her like this, she shouldn’t be surprised by the answer she gets.

"Because it’s funny."

Though it frustrates her in the moment, she supposes she gets it.

It makes her think back on all the times she’s teased him just to get a reaction. He’s not as reactive as her, and she can count the number of times she’s goaded a significant one from him on one hand. She recalls the few times it has happened quite vividly, holding them close to her chest with pride. As they replay in her mind, there’s one thought that sticks out.

"You know, you’re kind of cute when you blush," Lucy observes.

"What? No, I’m not," Natsu spits back. "I’m not cute, and I don’t blush."

Both of those statements, in Lucy’s eyes, are wholly untrue. She’s not entirely sure what comes over her in that moment, but a wave of confidence washes over her, and suddenly she sees her chance to get back at him for every time he’s ever teased her.

"Oh yeah?" She says in teasing tone.

"Yeah," he replies, though any conviction he might have had before wavers, and she can hear it in his voice.

Even if she had missed it, the way he diverts his eyes for a split second tells her that he knows that she’s about to subject him to whatever she thinks is going to prove her point. She hasn’t even done anything, but she can practically feel the way his mind is racing based on the way his face seems to heat up, red hot.

For as well as she knows him, ways to make Natsu blush is not exactly a mental list she has on hand. It’s something she’s only seen a handful of times, and she’s never exactly made a mental note of the cause—something she is quickly beginning to regret as she lacks the immediate ammunition.

There is one thing she knows for sure, and that is that Natsu is a guy, and as much as he likes to pretend that he’s uninterested in the opposite sex, she knows better. She’s seen his lingering looks; she’s aware of the way his gaze flicks down to her chest when he thinks she’s not looking, and there is not one single innocent reason why he would be going through her panty drawers as often as he does. With that in mind, she has a pretty good idea of what is going to fluster him beyond belief.

Not lingering on her theory for much longer, Lucy puts her plan into action, and before Natsu has a chance to piece together what’s going on, Lucy has already thrown her leg over his and made herself comfortable in his lap.

To her credit, it works a charm.

With a gentle smile, she slips her arms over his shoulders, letting them hang there as though it were the most casual thing in the world.

Her sweet smile and casual demeanour are completely juxtaposed by the look of absolute terror that has made its way onto Natsu’s face. She’s not sure she’s ever seen him look this horrified, and she does nothing to stop the laugh that she lets out upon seeing it.

"What’s wrong?" She coos, fluttering her lashes in an attempt to milk this moment for all it’s worth.

"Nothin’s wrong!" He sputters out, but his defensive words are betrayed by his everything else.

She can tell he’s torn between needing to look at her and needing to look anywhere but her, and she’s certain she’s officially taken the title of the first person to make Natsu Dragneel flustered beyond belief.

"Geez, I didn’t think it’d be this easy," she muses.

It’s partly to tease him, partly to remind him that she won their little game, but there’s a part of her words that’s genuine. This is her big bad Natsu, practically melting into a puddle of goo beneath her, and she hardly had to do anything. She had at least expected to have to work for it, but he folded immediately.

She takes a moment to revel in it. She doesn’t say anything; she doesn’t take the moment to tease him a little more; she’s fully content to watch him squirm beneath her.

They’ve known each other a long time; they’ve been attached at the hip practically since the day they met, and Lucy has never seen him like this. It does good things to her ego to know that she has this kind of power over him.

By this point, his face is beet red, and she can feel the heat emanating off of him, and she’s almost certain that it’s warmer than usual. Just as she’s about to make a comment, he cuts her off, but his words are no more than a messed-up mumble that Lucy is certain she couldn’t comprehend even if she had Natsu’s hypersensitive hearing.

"What was that?"

"I said…" He pauses for a moment to collect himself. His eyes flick away from her, as though he can’t look her in the eye when he’s speaking to her. Taking in a deep breath, Natsu finally says, "I said you look really pretty."

Now, it’s her turn to blush.

Going into this, Lucy could have thought up a million different things he could have said. About half of them involved him commenting on her appearance, but none like that. He’s never genuine or sentimental; he’s never complimented her appearance beyond a half-hearted thumbs-up after a few minutes of her nagging, but now all of a sudden, he’s calling her pretty.

Really pretty.

At first, she thinks he’s being facetious, that this is his cruel way of making fun of her, but even when she herself gets flustered, he doesn’t take the chance to poke at her like he usually does. He’s not even looking at her. He’s treating her like she’s the sun—too bright to look at directly, so he has to admire her only in his peripheral vision.

Her heart is racing. It’s pumping so fast that she genuinely fears that it’s going to jump straight out of her throat.

Her issue isn’t helped when she suddenly notices just how close they are. She doesn’t recall getting this close to him, but here they are, chest to chest, and she’s certain that he can feel the thump of her heartbeat through their clothes.

Suddenly, what was just a little bit of teasing between friends feels like a lot more than that, and Lucy, not knowing how to deal with those thoughts and feelings, needs to get out of there. Now.

With a murmured apology, she attempts to leave his lap but is stopped in her tracks when she realises that his hands, which once hung lazily over the back of the couch, are now planted firmly on her hips, keeping her in place.

"No, don’t leave," he breathes out. "I like this."

Her breath catches in her throat, and she doesn’t know how to respond.

She doesn’t know how to describe the way she feels right now other than feeling like a puzzle piece locked into place in her heart. He’s hardly even said anything, but it feels like he’s said so much.

After being stuck in the void of something more than friends for so long, Lucy had simply resigned herself to the fact that that’s what they would always be—something a little more than friends, but nothing more than that, but now Natsu has thrown a wrench into everything she thought she understood about their relationship.

Typical.

He called her pretty; he held her hips; he wants her in his lap.

Lucy knows better than anyone that Natsu is not dumb. He’s not dense, he’s not stupid, he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s just waiting for her to respond.

She grasps at whatever words pass her mind by, but nothing seems to stick. Instead, she sits there, gaping like an absolute moron, as if she wasn’t the one who initiated this whole ordeal. In her state, there’s only one word that she manages to muster out.

"Okay."

Deciding there’s no use fighting it, Lucy releases all of the tension she was holding and lets herself relax. In turn, Natsu’s hands fall from her hips to rest on her thighs, and it’s strange, but she’s never felt more content.

He’s not blushing anymore—well, he is, but certainly not to the extent he was before. It’s like he’s given into his position and to the fact that he’s just admitted something Natsu would never, ever say to her before now. He’s finally gained the courage to look her in the eye, and though Lucy prides herself on being able to read him, he’s so lost within her own thoughts and feelings that she can’t even begin to process the emotions flickering behind his eyes.

"Hey, I’m gonna do something weird," he warns, with a slight frown adorning his features.

His warning does little to let her know what’s about to happen. In fact, it confuses her and catches her off guard, so she’s not at all prepared when she feels his hand cradling her jaw and his lips against her own. It happens so fast that she doesn’t even have a chance to kiss him back, let alone figure out what was going on.

Yeah, that certainly was weird.

First, he says she’s pretty; then he’s holding her in his lap; now he’s kissing her, all of his own volition.

She’s not sure if she knew all of this would happen if she would have sat in his lap earlier or not at all.

What she does know is that deep down, she likes it—in fact, it’s not deep down. It’s so surface-level that she’s certain Natsu can read it on her face, and deciding there’s no point in hiding it anymore, she grabs his face and returns the favour with her lips on his because she's certain that once would never be enough.

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