Lucy sat on the edge of her hotel bed and stared at the bland painting of a wheat field hanging on the wall opposite of her. Her stomach twisted nervously, despite the decision she'd made after reflecting on it all day.
They'd had a pretty uneventful day. After asking around, their group had been able to track down a languages expert. He didn't know any of the ancient language in the dragon book, but he had checked over her work. He confirmed that she seemed to be effectively translating it and only thought a few sentences needed to be looked at again. Overall, he had been extremely friendly, even insisting that they stay for supper.
When they were leaving, he told them about one of his colleagues who lived in the town of Jarrah, just on the edge of Bosco, and should know this language. He'd chuckled when he told them that she was an expert in all the dead and unused languages.
Because they hadn't much to do to occupy their time and had spent the rest of the evening just restocking, she had plenty of time to think about Natsu's words. He was worried that she wouldn't enjoy this time because of anxiety. She was worried about that, too.
Specifically in one case…her and Natsu taking their relationship to the next level. She was very eager to take the next step. Very eager. But, she also had this nervousness. She was normally pretty confident, but she was afraid to mess this up. It was a fear of failure.
Lucy fisted the blankets and bit her lip. If she had let the fear of messing up or failure stop her before, she would never have met Natsu and everyone else. She would have stayed in her home unhappily. She'd read the books Erza had sent her. She was emotionally ready. Their relationship was ready for it. She needed to kick this fear in the butt.
She just wished Natsu wasn't taking so long in the shower.
It made it difficult for her to keep her resolution.
She bit her lip harder when she heard the shower turn off. She felt the beginning of what had to be performance anxiety welling up in her. What if she didn't do something like it was described in the book? What if she did something that ruined the experience?
He emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. She turned to look at him slowly, giving herself a silent pep talk. Natsu wouldn't judge her. She knew that. The only one who would be judging and grading her would be herself. But, there was still a tiny voice inside afraid to disappoint even herself.
Natsu saw her nervous expression and smiled gently, "What is it?"
Her voice wavered a little, "I want to do something."
His eyes lit up, remembering their conversation from earlier and glad that she was taking his words to heart.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Come here," she said, a more confident note threading in. Seeing him smiling and walking towards her, his eyes never leaving hers, she suddenly knew she could do this. She put her hands on his shoulders and traced her fingers along his collar bones and then up his neck. His gaze sharpened and the warmth in her stomach asked her why she hadn't tried sooner.
"Lucy?" he asked, his face moving closer to hers.
She put her forehead against his and closed her eyes, taking a moment to just breathe him in. Then, she said, "Kiss me."
Tenderly, as if she were something delicate, he tilted her head back and kissed her. A chill raced up her back as his fingers slipped into her hair and played with the strands. It was the softest kiss he'd ever given her and she'd never felt so loved or so loving before.
When he ended the kiss, she licked her lips and locked eyes with him. His eyes widened in apprehension when she pulled her thin nightgown over her head.
"I'm ready," she said. Throwing the nightgown to the side, she started to pull at the hem of his shirt and asked, "Are you?"
He nodded and helped her remove his shirt before slowly lowering her onto the bed. It was like the kiss…so gentle and soft and loving that she thought she was going to die. It was probably the last thing he wanted, but she couldn't help but cry.
"Natsu," she cried, having to pause because a sob was caught in her throat. "I…I love you so much."
His face was buried in her neck, and she could feel his words against the skin there. They felt like they were branding on her, like a mark she would gladly bear. "I love you, too. More than anything."
(Do you know how hard it was to resist putting:
"I want to do something."
"What do you want to do?"
Ahaha. Anyway, thank you so much for reading! I can't believe we're starting the second half of this story! See you next time! xoxo)