Title: Friction

Pairing: NaLu

Summary: A simple job meant to take her mind off things, becomes more than Lucy bargained for as she tries to make sense of her feelings for her salmon haired partner.

Rating: M; Mature themes ahead - Ages 18+!

None of these characters are owned by me, they are all owned by the wonderful Hiro Mashima!

Author's Notes:

Hello! Welcome to chapter 5. So, we've reached the end of Friction with this chapter. Thanks again to everyone who commented for last chapter. Some nifty stuff I want to go over: So, Friction is going to be an FF exclusive. So, all full chapters will be available to read on FF, and FF only. I uploaded it to AO3, but I honestly hated the format for downloading the chapters to the website so I took it down a few days later. Also, I was already in the middle of the fanfiction so that's that haha. So, Friction is an FF exclusive until I decide otherwise. In the future I might change my mind but for now that's how it'll be. So, in this fiction because I guess I never really mentioned it but the year is X794 which means Lucy and friends should be around 20. Excluding Natsu whose like 400+ lmao. That's excluding the 7 year time skip because realistically they're just a bunch of awkward 20 year olds doing their best because they were frozen in time for like ever. Also, I've been doing like a lot of changes to my writing style through this fic so it's probably not incredibly consistent. That will change in my long term fic since I finally figured out how I want to write from this point on.

Trigger Warnings: Sexual Content. Sort of. Fluff/Sexual but not like lemon. Just lime? Mild I guess lol.

Chapter 5

"That works. It's just for the night anyways." The pinkette muttered from her shoulder where he leaned against her back. If she delayed getting to the room any longer than she knew the dragon slayer would start to do more than just gripe. She was convinced the brute would trample her to get to the room. He always got riled when his muscles were stiff, and it became hard to move. Something about constricted movements bothered him, and she could certainly understand that.

"Alright. We'll take it." An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, as her partner weighed down on her back, and forced her to take on more of his weight. It wouldn't be long now.

"Great!" the barkeep moved around behind the cracked wood of the bar, and the blonde could hear the clang of keys plus the shuffling of papers. "Ah! Here we go." She returned to them, and held out the skeleton key for what Lucy assumed was their room.

"Your room is number 7. Upstairs." Lina pointed to the wooden staircase on the far right hand side of the main hall. The set up felt similar to the guild back in Magnolia so Lucy felt comfortable in the atmosphere which was the first step for what she'd need to talk about tonight. She turned to face the stairs, and make sure that she knew exactly where they were.

"Thanks, Lina." The celestial mage gave the woman a grateful nod, and with the key tight in her grip she turned around. This had become incredibly difficult with the fire mage hanging from her back like a sack of potatoes. All she had to do was make it to the stairs, and then to their room. There were several mages gathered around a large table in the middle of the large open floor plan, and they all shouted a congratulations, and clanked their beers together. That's when she saw him. Her heart skipped a beat, and the sound of a whip echoed in her ears.

"Have fun~" Lina hummed as she poured another round of beers for the table at the center. She hadn't realized that the blonde mage was no longer listening, nor was she even mentally there. The sounds all around Lucy had faded into nothing, and there was only silence, and him. Her caramel eyes focused on his features as she prayed she had seen wrong. As she desperately prayed to Mavis that it was just another vision. Another attack. Her breathing stopped as the panic settled like a deep chill in her bones.

"Lu—"

"—cy"

"—ou –kay"

"Lucy!" she flinched, and a shiver shot up her spine before her entire body finally began to register sound again.

"S-Sorry..?" she looked towards the dragon slayer, and all she could see were the worried lines in his expression, and the dark depths of onyx in his eyes. The darkening of his iris could only mean one thing, and that thing was trouble if she didn't placate quick enough.

"Are you okay, Luce?" she was relieved when the weight of her partner's body was removed from her tense shoulders. He still had his arm around her shoulder, but this time he was crushing her body into his flank. This was a protective stance. His gaze was no longer on her, and when she followed his line of sight she found that it had laid on the man she was staring at previously.

Now that she was calm and had a closer look at him he wasn't who she thought he'd been. For a second, the face she had seen was the man who'd held her in a dungeon, and whipped her bloody. This man, while they shared a few similar features, was not the same mage. They had the same rigid nose, and the same blue eyes, but they weren't the same person. Finally, her lungs could breath again.

"Yeah. Sorry, I thought he was someone I knew, but I was wrong." She laughed it off, and for once the sound that came from those soft pink lips was one filled with calm. It had been a while since she or Natsu had heard her so at peace, and a smile came to his features.

"It's fine, it's fine! Let's just go up." With his arm tight around her shoulders he tugged her with him through the small crowd, and past the table of mages that he was actually still wary of. Lucy's skin had always been pale, but the moment she'd laid eyes on that man he saw her drop two shades paler. Her entire demeanor changed and he watched her drop from the teammate he knew so well to someone foreign to him. Natsu hadn't seen that look on her face since their fight with Master Hades.

His gaze left them, and settled directly on the crown of the blonde's head. He focused on the scent of dirt, and magic that drenched her skin. There wasn't a way to pull her any closer than she already was, but he knew that if he could have then he would have.

"Oi, Natsu. It's hard to walk like this." Lucy whined from his side. Natsu snickered, but loosened his grip on her ever so slightly.

"But, Luuu~ce." His voice started with a false whine. "I'm just so tired!" and then he was leaning all of his weight on his partner again.

"Natsu!" the blond groaned loudly as she tried to carry him up the stairs to no avail. "You have your own legs!" she insisted, flailing under his weight.

"But yours are so much better!" he barked out laughter, but relented and brought his weight back on his own legs. He started moving up the steps again when he caught sight of her face he froze.

Lucy knew she was bright red like a cooked lobster, and she was a solid 7 on the nervous scale, but by Mavis she was going to try something. She hopped up the steps, and with a coy smile she set her plan into motion.

"Yes. They are." Then she was in front of him before turning abruptly to face him. "But—" she gave him a once over, then pursed her lips. "You're not so bad yourself. Hot stuff." She winked. Then, she was turned and bolting up the stairs for their room. 'Oh Mavis what did I just do.' Her mind screamed in tangent with her emotions.

Natsu's eyes widened, and he felt the heat crawling up his neck, and caressing the tips of his ears. That girl would be the death of him he decided. Right there on those steps Natsu Dragneel, son of the Fire Dragon King, swore that the beautiful blonde would be the death of him.

"You know. Hot stuff, because fire magic, and—It wasn't – I didn't" she was flustered. He could hear her heart thudding in her chest as she tried to remain calm under what he assumed was a mistake. He resisted the urge to touch her as he met her at the top of the steps.

"So, room 7." He cleared his throat, and looked to his left. He spotted 6 at the very end of the hall, and then 8 right across from it. So, it had to be on their right.

"There it is." Lucy was already approaching the room at the very end of the hall now. A gold number 7 was nailed to the door, and a turn of the key revealed that they were definitely in the right room. Great. They both needed to relax, and according to today's events they needed to have a chat. Personally, neither mages were excited for that event, but their teamwork had suffered and almost gotten them both killed.

She slid through the open door of the hotel room to meet a large open space. It was different than she had expected for an inn in a small town. Sure it was two stories, but the view from outside the building seemed smaller than the interior. In the center of the room was a queen size bed with bedside tables on either side. There was a single light for the sleeping area in the center of the ceiling which was currently turned off. The sun had already set so now they would have to find the lacrima that would be controlling the lighting of the room. In the dark. She groaned in annoyance.

"Whatever! No problem at all." Natsu's fist lit with fire, and flickering shadows covered the entire room. It wasn't bright, but she was able to spot the lacrima near the curtain separating the sleeping area from the bathroom.

"Aha!" the blonde cheered, and ran over to it. She swiped her index finger up on the smooth crystalline surface which cast a bright light over the entire room. She pushed the curtain of the bathroom with the back of her hand revealing the small bathroom. Suddenly, it occurred to her why the living area was so spacious: they skimped on the bathroom. She sighed, as she realized it would be cramped for her, and that meant even worse news for Natsu.

"The bathroom is pretty small." A groan sounded from the bed as her partner realized that small to Lucy meant even smaller for him.

"This is what I get for choosing a mission in a small town. Of course the inn, and the bathroom would be small." He was grumbling under his breath now, but he also found himself becoming angry again. Images flashed showing every scene of their battle with the ogre, and the undeniable near-loss they both sustained. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had a tinge of white, and red. Which wasn't entirely abnormal for him, but it was slightly different from his skin which was closer to the shade of dark oak.

He just needed a bath to soothe his aching joints, and the raging fire burning in his chest at the thought of that stupid ogre, but mostly his own stupidity. And hers. Who deviates from the plan mid fight!? You only deviate from the plan if it's forced, but everything was going perfectly up until her change.

"I'll work with it. It's fine." He sighed loudly while standing from his place on the ground, and entering the bathroom.

"I'll go after you then." Lucy was already heading for the small chair in the corner by the window. It was a good enough spot for reading, and she'd brought one of her favorite books with her. She needed a perfectly mindless task while she summoned up all of her courage in preparation for her next step.

"No way!" the celestial mage muttered with her eyes glued to the page she was on. She was so engrossed in her book that when her partner tapped her on the shoulder she nearly screamed, and jumped out of her own skin. "What the hell, Natsu!?" she was breathing heavily now with her heart threatening to explode.

"It's your turn." He pointed a thumb towards the bathroom where steam was still flowing. With a peek she noticed that he'd fully drained the tub, and all she'd have to do is fill it again to enjoy a good soak. She sighed with relief, and started running the bath water. While the tub filled she took a seat in front of Natsu who was digging in his pack for… something. What that something was she wouldn't know. She kept her own items in his pack as well, and sometimes she wondered if she shouldn't just get her own. The blonde found that she didn't want to for one simple reason: she'd have to carry it. As lazy as that sounded it was easier to have Natsu carry their items so that she'd actually be able to keep up with that crazed demon.

"Found it!" she looked up as he shoved the pack to the side, and held up a set of playing cards. "I thought that after we talk we can play a game!" that wide grin with his canines showing graced his features, and she found her worries soothed. She felt… comforted.

"Why don't we start talking now." She shifted her body to sitting in front of him, and then curled her legs to her chest. "Do you trust me?" it was barely above a whisper but she knew he'd heard her from the way the grin dropped from his face, and his body stilled.

"I—" he paused to think of the next words to say. His partner would surely take this pause badly, but he needed to think his words through for this conversation. "I trust ya, but today. Today you were reckless." His voice was not a whisper. He was mad, and it showed in the tone he was using.

"You deviated from the plan! And then for whatever reason, you hesitated. It was like you couldn't decide what to do!" when his shouting finally stopped he was breathing heavily. It was funny that the roles were reversed. This conversation was so eerily similar to the one they had before she left that she almost laughed at the irony.

"I did." She didn't deny it, but she also knew he wasn't done. She'd let him finish, and then she'd show him.

"It was stupid! You coulda gotten hurt, or worse! You almost did get hurt! I almost hurt you!" his tirade went on until he once again had to catch his breath. Lucy stayed silent. She had no excuse, well not one she would out right now, and he still needed to get his fears off his chest.

"What would have happened if you got hurt, or.. or died." He flashed back to Future Lucy at that moment. He flashed back to his powerlessness and how she'd had to take the hit for the Lucy that was currently right in front of his eyes. The Lucy that had lived. He couldn't stand to watch her lose her life again. When she disappeared it had really cemented in him that he could really truly lose her. The dragon slayer's heart had clenched every day that she was missing, and he hadn't found her.

"I can't lose you." He mumbled softly, and Lucy had nearly missed what he had said. Her cheeks warmed, and she knew his tirade was over now.

"Natsu, I'm sorry. I have my reasons for why I was so conflicted during battle today. I'll explain it later, I promise. I have some concerns too." She started softly, and watched his features to check how well he'd received her statement. He was staring intently with dark eyes, and she knew he wouldn't interrupt her.

"I know I didn't show it today, but you need to trust me like I trust you. Otherwise, our team work will fail again." He knew she was right. They'd fail over, and over. Today, he hadn't trusted her. Even though he had seen the determination in her eyes, and even though he knew she'd have a plan. She'd even seen him, and she'd smiled as she readied her attack. But he'd jumped in. He hadn't trusted her skill, and she hadn't been upfront with him. Both of them had lost sync with each other.

"I have something I need to show you. But! First, a bath." She stood quickly. As Lucy had expected the bath water was full and ready for use. She shut off the water, and proceeded with her bath. She cleaned every bit of skin on her body before sinking into the warm water. The celestial mage was still battling internally with every fiber of her being. Should she show him? She should. She could just tell him. He'd see it eventually. Somehow, her mind circled back to showing him. She got the feeling that she'd still be left with a fear of showing her skin if all she did was mention it was there.

The bath water crashed in small waves as the blonde stood. The water dripped from her skin, and splashed into the full tub below her. The time was now. She'd lose her courage if she didn't act. Still, she was dripping water all over the bathroom, and it wouldn't hurt to at least dry off. She ran the soft cotton over her body, and then began to dry her hair with a soft patting motion. She'd brush it when she got to Natsu's backpack.

The thought of being naked in the bright light of the room did nothing to curb her anxiety so her solution was to dim the lights. She reached out from behind the curtain to draw a slender finger down the smooth surface. With the lights successfully dimmed, she stepped out of the bathroom with her towel left on the floor near the tub.

The pinkette turned at the sound of water dripping, but tried to pay no mind to it, that is until a hand peeked out from behind the curtain and dimmed the light. Holy shit. While this was definitely one of his fantasies he didn't think this was really the time for whatever action she was about to take. He was still tense with their conversation, and the realization that her disappearance had thrown him for a loop. Her every action was suddenly a threat to his sanity. In more ways than one.

His throat dried instantly, and his heart nearly stopped beating as she slinked out from behind the curtain. There she stood in the dim light of the room in the nude. Her skin glistened still damp from the bath, and her hair still dripped with water though it was messy from trying to dry it. She was breathtaking, he realized. This must be a part of loving someone. Everything they do in some way will drive you insane. Still, for what purpose she was doing this he still didn—his brain stopped. Thoughts were no longer processing. Veins were popping out of his forehead, and he imagined that his eyes were an unforgiving shade of darkness.

"That scar—" his voice was deep with uncontained rage, and flames licked his skin. He'd have to destroy them. Obliterate them. He'd find any member of Succubus Eye. Someone had to have escaped, and he'd take them down.

"Natsu." Her voice was soft, and it began to lull him into a false sense of calm. He wasn't going to lose that rage now. From her left hip, and diagonally across to her right shoulder was pink puckered skin. It was fresh, and it had the fire blazing before he'd even known what happened. Curse them. Curse them to hell and back. He stood slowly, and began to approach her, but she held up a single hand to stop him.

"Natsu. Look at me." It was a demand. "Really look at me." But he was looking at her. No, that's wrong. He was looking at it like it was glaring him in the face. He'd failed to protect her, and look what had happened. He'd failed.

She'd thought this would happen, and with every passing second the flames licking his skin grew larger, and more ferocious. What could she do now other than let him ride the rage of his own flames. He was staring so intently, and she fought the urge to cover her chest. Of course, her scar was glaringly obvious. She knew that, but still her self esteem took a hit. She turned her head away, and her lower lip quivered. She bit into it, drawing a tinge of blood, but she didn't release her grip.

That's when he gave pause. There he was enraged at something he couldn't hit away. Succubus Eye was destroyed by Crime Sorciere. That was all there was to it. He might someday cross paths with the man who hurt his best friend, but right now the only person he should punch is himself. So he did. He raised his fist in the air, and then it connected hard against his cheek. That would be sure to leave a mark.

"Sorry. I was being an idiot. No matter what Lucy is Lucy. That scar is your war wound! Look, I have plenty." He gestured to his bare torso, and is occurred to Lucy right then that he was wearing nothing but a pair of skin tight boxers. They were black. His abs tensed at the movement of his body, and she could have collapsed right there.

"This one—" he pointed to the x-shaped scar on his abdomen, "is my pride. I got this one by fighting Future Rogue. I fought him to avenge you, but also to save our future." He gestured to the one on his cheek "This one I got fighting Zeref. The idiot tryin' to take over the world. I did it for our future." He stepped toward her with slow, and deliberate motions. His thumb grazed over the scarring on her shoulder, "Yours is from fighting to stay alive. No matter what they did, you survived. This scar is proof ya lived. It's proof you saved your future. Your just like me."

His gaze was soft, and eyes the shade of hickory met emerald orbs a shade of green she'd never seen before. Truly it was like a breath of fresh air, or chewing a piece of gum the flavor of spearmint. She froze at the depths of emotions that danced in his iris. Worry, fear, but mostly, love. Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment she wondered where this would lead. His index finger traced her scar until he reached the top of her right breast, which is exactly where he pulled away.

Her cheeks seared with the heat of a thousand suns, and it was as though Natsu had never touched her a day in her life until that moment. Her skin was painted in the shade of a rose she had only ever seen once in the spring while the small town celebrated a festival. It flowed over her cheeks to the tips of her ears. His skin left her own, and while she was grateful for the relief, she was also yearning for his touch.

Natsu's hand hovered in the air, and by Mavis he was scared. His own face was the color of his fire, and all he wanted was to meet her skin with his own again. Her scar didn't scare him as much as her fear of her own battle wound did. She was so scared to show this mark that she nearly died over it. She was an idiot, but so was he. He'd nearly burned her from his own lack of trust. He reached out tentatively to touch her skin again, and when she didn't say anything, nor stop him his fingers brushed over the scar like a soft feather of a bird.

"Thank you." She was grinning ear to ear, and he thought that if time just paused right there he'd be content. Her happiness was his happiness. He moved to take his hand from her shoulder, but she caught it in her own and laced their fingers together while their palms connected. His were rough, and weathered from the many fights they had been through in the passing years. He even had small lines that littered his skin from the damage he'd taken happily for his team. Hers also had small pale lines where she'd fought with everything she had in her to protect her team. Still, her nails didn't have chips in them, and her hands were soft against his own. She held their intertwined fingers between their bodies while she been to squirm.

"Hey, Natsu. You know, I heard you the other night." He froze. He'd thought she was asleep. Her breathing had been soft, and the rise and fall of her chest had been steady. There was no way to tell she'd even been awake. He cursed internally, wondering if this had put a dent in their friendship. He wanted things to stay the same with Lucy at his side, and Happy in the air above them. The trio that would never part. He felt as if there were no way to get air into his body, and as if everything around him had come to a screeching halt.

"I—I meant it as—I'm so—" she cut him off there by pressing her entire body into his. If he thought she was the death of him before, then by Mavis she was his own personal Grim Reaper. The plush skin of her breasts pressed into his chest, and her hips pressed into his. Her long blonde tresses hung free, and shone in the dim light like the rays of a sunset spreading across the sky. Her hand untangled from his own, and then gripped his palm. Her thumb ran over the swirls and patterns of his skin before she pulled it to her lips. Her pink, soft, puckered lips. Then, a light kiss was pressed into his palm.

"These hands have always protected me. They've always done everything they can to save the guild, and the team. I love you too, Natsu." He'd always been there to save her, and while today was an epic failure she had no doubt they'd be fine. They always were.

Natsu's mind was torn between screaming in excitement, and screaming in fear. He loved this girl, but their friendship was sacred to him. To lose her, because this somehow didn't work out nearly devastated his mind. This was Lucy. His Lucy. He'd trust her. He'd trust them.

His arms tightened around her in an embrace he hoped he'd never forget. This was the day of their confession to one another. This was a special day, if there was some kind of significant item involved he'd pin it to his wall. He was sentimental like that. He raked his fingers through blonde tresses, and while he gently fought her tangles he wanted nothing more to continue touching her. In the dimmed light her hair shone like a setting sun across the sky. Some strands shining orange to mimic the lighting above them, and others a shadowed pale yellow. Then, it happened. A soft press of lips touched his chest. He released her and found the blonde staring at her own feet. To see the celestial mage silent, and oh so nervous was new to him. She always had something to say.

She raised a single hand to his cheek, and her thumb caressed the patch of skin where his own fist had connected. He winced, and she realized it must hurt. The idiot probably used more force than was actually necessary. Her features were graced with the smallest smile, and her cheeks were flushed with a bright red. She lifted to her toes with a fluid motion and pressed her lips to his. They were rough, and chapped, but also gentle when they pushed into hers. He pulls back, and their breath mingles for a single second before those lips press into hers again.

Lucy's breath hitched in her throat, and heat pooled in her abdomen. Touching him, and kissing him, was throwing her off her game. She hadn't been intimate with a man ever, and here she was swooning in the arms of the man she loved. And he loved her. He loved her even though she could be snobby, stubborn, and sometimes violent. He loved her with her scar, and he loved her for her strength to keep going. She pressed into his body as reassurance, and their lips met again. Soon, she was gasping for air, and it was like a battlefield. Who could make the other stop first, except neither wanted to stop.

They pulled apart with gasps of air following the movement. The two were wide eyed like a deer caught in the headlights, except the headlights were the emotions rushing through them like a tidal wave. They stayed still for several moments as though they weren't sure what move to take next, and by Mavis they truly didn't know. Natsu was busy scanning his memories of Gildarts while hoping that the dirty old man had told him something useful during one of their many fishing trips. He latched onto one. It had been during the year he was training, and they'd met in the mountains. They ended up camping together for one night before parting in the morning. Under the silver lighting of the slivered moon, and the stars burning like the embers of a dying fire in the night sky he'd listened to Gildarts with faint interest.

At the time he hadn't even been thinking of the man who had been like an absentee father figure to him. He'd been thinking of her. She had often looked at the stars blanketing the night sky when he stayed the night. Sometimes when she thought he was already asleep she'd slink over to her desk, and all he could hear was the scratching of the nib of her quill on paper. And still he knew she would stare at the night sky. He was hoping in that moment that they were both looking at the twinkling of the night's stars that she believed in whole-heartedly.

Gildarts had broken him from his trance with one single word: Sex. He still remembered with extreme detail of the conversation they'd had that day, but he'd never imagined he'd actually need it. He gulped loudly as his mind came back to the present time, and the girl standing in front of him had her chest covered with her face flushed in embarrassment. Was he supposed to make a move? He'd make a move.

His callused hands took hers, and the roughness of his palm made her shiver. They suited him she came to realize. The hands holding her own had worked harder than anyone just to meet his father, and to protect his friends. Once again she was smiling, but then again if it was Natsu she always smiled. She breathed a deep gust of air trying to settle her own nerves, and she wondered what would happen next? Did she make a move? Honestly, she didn't even know what move to make. She should've listened to the girls in the guild more often. For Mavis' sake Levy was pregnant. It wouldn't be that hard to gain information. In fact, Levy would probably have a whole lecture on do's and don'ts for her. There wasn't really time for that now.

Then, in the softest gesture that won her over in an instant, he kissed her palm. Reciprocating her own previous kiss. Her features softened, and suddenly she didn't feel so.. nervous.

"Lucy." Her name came from his mouth like a flowing river. She wanted to drown strictly just in her own name. She must be affected by the mood, because there was no way his voice had ever been THAT husky before. She gulped, but she didn't move away. His hands were on her shoulders now, and her own hands rested on his chest. You could tell that Natsu did a lot of training on his own, his toned muscles rippled with even the smallest movements, and you could even see the flexing with certain positions. Of course, he had to be. A lot of his attacks were based on brute strength, and high jumping to bring his assault from above.

"Yes?" her voice cracked, and she ended up clearing her throat a second later. He supposed now was as good as any to go in for the kiss. He ran his hand up her soft skin, and trailed up her neck to cup her face. What had Gildarts said? Use tongue? None of that even made sense! He grimaced, but quickly cleared the expression from his face with a shake of his head. He was a Dragneel he could figure out how kissing works. Probably. Stupid Gildarts not giving enough information for him to work with. He had plenty of details for the actual act, but nearly nothing for this.

"We should sleep." He'd avoid it he decided. There wasn't a drastic need for this to happen, and they had all the time in the world to get comfortable with each other in the aspect of romance. He didn't need to rush, and neither did she. He gave her a small grin, his canines barely showing. What he hadn't realized was that her face had morphed into one of anger, and embarrassment. Her cheeks were stained as red as Reedus' favorite paint, and for a split second he realized he had not only killed the mood, but she had been expecting something to happen.

"Idiot!" she shrieked spinning on her heel to effectively kick him in the same cheek he had hit earlier. She paused, and for a brief moment she realized she should really learn restraint. He held his cheek, and sputtered for a second before shooting up from the ground.

"What the hell was that for!?" he was shouting now, and he realized that they were back. Their teamwork was back, and he couldn't be happier. Of course she'd been missing, and surely the after effects of that was devastating, but they were no longer experiencing the friction of their own relationship. They'd talked, and emotions had been sorted out. Everything was working itself out, and the pair hoped it would be smooth sailing from here.

"You ruined the mood, idiot!" she was pouting now, and then with a small nibble to her lower lip she looked up at him through thick pale lashes. Mavis save him, because this girl was a goddamn sin. He gulped, and found his mouth suddenly dry. He cleared his throat.

"Well, we have all the time in the world. Didn't I tell ya? We're gonna be together forever." He was giving her that expression again. The one filled with determination, and promise. The one he gave her when she knew he'd never let her down.

"Yeah. And I'm all fired up now." She closed her eyes, and leaned her head to his chest.

"Thank you."

After Notes:

Gosh, here we are. This is actually going to be the very last chapter of Friction. So, this upcoming Monday I'll be starting my new project for work, so that'll be taking up a lot of my time. I intend to start my long term fiction next week. I also want to keep updates on Sundays, so that'll be hopefully what I do. Thank you so much to everyone who has read my fanfiction, and for all of your wonderful feedback! This week's wonderful reviewers are listed below:

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