a random first (nalu) kiss, that is all. one prompt? who needs one prompt
- staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in
- running their thumb over the other’s lips
- one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly
- their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them
His eyes seek hers, a little uncertain and a whole lot confused.
Lucy’s fingers tremble as she slides them along his cheek, over his scar, before gently settling them beneath his ear. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but closes it again without a sound leaving her lips.
His hand settles on the small of her back instinctively rather than by choice, and he slowly blinks at his arm before moving his gaze back upwards. His body has become stiff, as if he’s frozen to the spot, and his mind has followed suit. But there is realization dawning in his eyes, and he releases a shaky breath. “Lucy, what’re ya…”
He doesn’t finish his question, and Lucy does not answer.
“I was really worried, you know,” she mumbles, locking her eyes with his. She smiles. “But I’m not anymore.”
Natsu smiles back, a small but genuine smile, and some off the tension drops off his shoulders. “Good.”
Neither moves. Neither wants to.
But then Natsu catiously, very cautiously, moves his hand upwards along her back until he reaches her neck, where his calloused fingers tangle into her soft hair. Lucy holds his gaze, braver than before, and the smiles still cling to their lips even as they both forget about them. They slowly drop off their faces and are replaced by something else, a clouded sense of contentness, of being lost in a moment.
“Lucy,” Natsu says, and he sounds surprised. He looks surprised, too, as he brings up his left hand and probingly taps his thumb against her cheek before dragging it along her lip. “You’re not blushing.”
“Well, I am now!” she protests and closes her eyes, trying not to laugh. She feels weirdly exhilarated, as if she can do anything. Heat creeps into her cheeks, her heart beating faster and faster as she realizes what is about to happen. To really happen. She’s seen it in his eyes.
They both want this, though she couldn’t have told you since when, or how.
“If you want to kiss me,” she hears herself say, stumbling over the quiet words, “You can do it now.”
For a moment he falters, staring at her lips as if trying to hold himself back, but then a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he nods. Slowly, he leans into her and brushes his lips against hers.
For a second, Lucy’s entire body freezes. She hasn’t expected her emotions to react quite as forcefully, but fireworks went off in her stomach and she feels the need to gasp for air. Only that would mean breaking the kiss, and that is the one thing she does not want. Not now, when Natsu so carefully, curiously, moves his lips along hers, and she can’t even bring herself to open her eyes. It has barely begun, is barely a kiss at all, but it feels all the more wonderful for it.
He exhales through his nose, a little shakily, before parting his lips and nipping at her bottom lip. Their mouths connect more fully now, moulding against each other with the care and innocent clumsiness only a first kiss can contain so purely. There are no more worries left in Lucy’s mind, and she laughs, drawing in a deep breath before pressing her body against his and running her hands through his hair and silencing his surprised gasp with her lips.