Could you write number 80 bare toes for Nalu?
I could have made this a foot fetish thing. But I didn’t. Because I’m not evil.
Natsu stares out over the water, leaning back with an arm tossed across one of his knees, his other leg tossed carelessly over the side of the pier, bare toes skimming across the chilly water. Beside him, Lucy sits with her knees tucked against her chest, staring vacantly over the ocean, her eyes locked on the horizon and the bleeding sunset that casts a violet shadow over the water.
For a long while neither say anything, simply watching as the sunset fades to darkness, the pier lights flickering and fighting back the shadows. The noises from the earlier carnival have died down, the pier falling as silent as the pair of them.
Lucy doesn’t say a word as she shifts, uncurling her legs and sliding closer to the edge of the dock. For a moment, his heart stutters, terror creeping through his veins as he remembers the previous summer, how the water sucked her down and down, swallowing her and nearly refusing to spit her back out. But she doesn’t slip into the water, she barely lets her bare toes skim the surface, a shiver wracking her body, causing her to tremble almost violently.
A sob tears from her throat and Natsu slides in closer, winding his arms around her and dragging her onto his lap, pulling her from the chilly water and holding her close to his chest. Cold, wet toes end up shoved under one of his legs, chilling his thigh through his pants, but he ignores it, murmuring gentle nonsense to Lucy until she quiets, her sobs dampened into hiccups.
His lips press to her temple, still moving, making promises and spelling love against her skin.