Lucy's gorgeous brown eyes fluttered open slowly to the sunlight peeking in through the two windows in the room. So warm, Lucy thought, not realizing her head was resting on Natsu's perfectly toned chest, what kind of pillow is this warm? She sat her head up a little to look at where she was laying and when her eyes fell on Natsu's sleeping form she froze. Her eyes went wide at the sight of him.
Her face contorted to a thinking look that almost looked pained. She struggled to remember what had occurred the previous evening. We didn't go on that tour. I told him to... I told... Him... To... she swallowed hard making a loud 'gulp' noise. I told him to lay next to me! What the hell is wrong with me!? She shook her head vigorously in an attempt to make what she had said vanish.
Natsu stirred a little and Lucy didn't realize it through all her shaking. "L- Lu- Lucy?" He mumbled, stuttering due to his sleepiness. He tried to sit up but low and behold he was stuck. Stuck because of the hands on top of him. He turned to see the who the beautiful pale hands belonged to. His eyes landed exactly on who he suspected it to be. Lucy. "Luce, quit moving so much. You woke me up." She finally snapped out of her trance, her face starting to glow a bright red, and pulled her hands back off Natsu. He wasn't really asking her to do that. Natsu liked the feeling of Lucy's cool hands on him. But slowly he began to sit up and wipe the sleep from his eyes.
"G- g- good m- morn- ning." Lucy frantically said, her voice filled with nerves.
Natsu placed a cheeky smile on his face, "Mornin' Luce!" He stretched his arms. Raising them high up, then he glanced around. "Looks like we didn't finish the tour..."
Lucy nodded her head simply, her blush beginning to fade away. "We could go now. If you're free that is."
"Well, Makorav said I had to show you around so I guess I'm always free until we finish this tour!" He said it like he was excited even though he made it sound like he had no other choice.
Lucy smiled knowing that he meant he was excited to do the tour and that he definitely had time. "Then let's go then!" She stood to leave but Natsu quickly snatched her wrist. "What is it?"
"You should change. No offense but you look, well, you know, just, you could look better." He said, scratching his head not wanting to offend her.
Lucy looked down at the pink dress she was still wearing. Moth holed and dirty. A frown found its way onto her face. She reached down and grabbed the tattered end of the dress, inspecting it closely. She heaved a heavy sigh. "I suppose I could do better."
"I think there is already something in the closet. They usually leave basic cloths in there for you, until you go shopping." His finger directed Lucy to the enormous walk in closet that was almost as big as the closet she had when she was a child.
"Alright thank you." She said and Natsu, with a nod, walked out of the room. Lucy stood and walked to the closet. Opening it, she found a yellow and white sundress. Lucy smiled. Though the dress wasn't her style, it was nice to be able to wear nice clothes again. She hasn't worn nice cloths in years since the death of her father.
She slipped out of the pale pink dress, and slid the sundress over her head. She grabbed a brush off of the bathroom counter and brushed out all the knots in her hair. She put her hair up in a half ponytail, a style she was rarely able to do because of the knots in her hair.
Lucy examined her reflection and smiled at how she looked. Beauty that hasn't been seen in a long time.
She walked over to the door and opened it. Leaning against the wall right outside the door was Natsu. His arms were crossed and one of his legs was raised with his foot on the wall. Natsu turned towards Lucy, at the sound of the door. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped open.
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Sing Like An Angel, Shine Like A Star: A Nalu Fanfiction
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