Chrysalism; the amniotic tranquillity of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
The sound of heavy rain filled the muggy air, the sound of raindrops hitting the window sill and shattering into fine dust. Its scent carried on indoors through a window that stood just a tad ajar. It rushed along rain drains, slightly rusted from age, and filled the barrel it was directed into with vigour.
Heavy thunder crashed over the town, roaring and shaking and threatening to tear down whole rooftops if it should be granted its will. And yet the small town withstood bravely.
All doors were virtuously locked, all windows closed securely, in hopes it would keep out the rain that seemed dead-set to drown them all. And yet one window remained open, if only slightly, and the woman passing it by inhaled deeply.
The air was damp, and yet already held the promise of the freshness so unique to cleansing rain, cleaning out the dust hanging in the air of the room.Steam rose from both cups she held, golden hair tamed in a comfortable bun.
Her wooly socks made soft contact with the old wood beneath her feet, which creaked slightly at the exact spot it always did, right when you rounded the little hallway and passed into the living room.
The couch awaited her like an open invitation: soft blankets and large pillows, and most important of them all, the man who was lazily sprawled all across it, cradling a blue, sleeping cat to his chest.
The sound had notified him of her arrival, and he had craned his neck just slightly to catch sight of her as she walked towards the pair with a smile warmer than the cocoa she was holding. He returned it.
Carefully placing the two cups of steaming hot chocolate heaven onto the little table in front of them, Lucy breathed a sigh of relief when not a drop spilled. As she slipped in beside Natsu, gladly accepting the warmth he offered beneath the blanket, a content sigh escaped her.
Outside, the thunder roared. The rain, however, seemed to have run its course, its force beginning to drown out after its relentless assault. But the soft tapping against the window glass served as a gentle reminder of its presence.
But the presence of Natsu by her side felt all the more comforting, his natural, immense body heat sinking into her as she snuggled into his side and felt his arm wrap around her.
The room was quiet, tranquil, and neither felt the need to speak a word as they let the comfortable atmosphere envelope them. Lucy felt her eyelids droop, and would have given in had not the temptation of hot chocolate held her back from drifting to sleep.
Lazily reaching out her free arm, the one currently not busy with tracing circles into the hot skin of Natsu’s back, she snatched a cup. It was only then she realized the other no longer stood in its original spot. Glancing at the man by her side, she raised a brow when she spied the chocolate moustache adorning his upper lip.
He grinned back at her, and she faintly discerned the sound of the cup setting back onto the table. Her eyes remained on his, spying the mischievous gleam within, and rightfully so. Swiftly leaning the tiniest bit forward, he pressed his warm, wet lips to hers in a loving little peck.
When he pulled back, his lips were clean.
Lucy’s tasted of chocolate and bliss.
She leaned back into soft cushions, taking a sip of her own chocolate. Its scent mixed with that of the rain outside, now merely a drizzle that lightly bounced off every surface it touched. The moisture that hang in the air coated her tongue before the heavy, rich flavour of the chocolate washed it away. It was good.
It paled in comparison to tasting it off his lips.