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Natsu waited until he was certain he could no longer smell Erza's scent before he went to her place. He hated the games she at times played. How dare she hide the scarf that Igneel gave him! While she was away he’d try and take it and maybe something from her to even the score. He had a wire with him; hopefully his lock picking skills hadn’t become too rusty. Having the power of flame meant that he rarely needed tact to open a door.
He soon was at the door. He slowly inserted the wire as he tried the knob only to find to his surprise that it was open, he crept in. Erza had already unpacked. There was a bed on his right with two drawers and a glass of water on top. On the bed he saw a set of clothes. He walked towards the bed when he saw a door to the right of the room door. From it he could hear a shower and the unmistakable sound of Erza humming.
‘So she’s only showering’ he thought to himself, ‘that explains her scent disappearing guess I’ll have to be extra quiet’. He opened the drawers, they were empty so he decided to check the cupboard; he opened it and to his surprise found it much bigger than he expected. Five or so of her dresses were hanging already and on the floor were three small boxes. He opened the first one to see a pair of shoes. He was covering it when he heard the bathroom door click open. Without giving it a second thought he jumped into the cupboard and shut the door. It was a cheap wooden door and in between the spaces he could see Erza walking around in a towel. She stopped to look at herself in the full length mirror and then sat down facing the cupboard as she took a bottle of lotion from her bag. She squeezed the semi-liquid out of the container and began to apply some of it on her legs.
Natsu felt a lump form in his throat he knew that it was Erza and he should look away but then again it was Erza how could he look away? This was not the first time he had caught himself gazing at the long fair legs wondering what lay higher. Today he knew that a pair of well formed thighs supported those legs. Not the thin legs of a model but thick yet gorgeous legs that were fit for a warrior of her calibre, he could see a slight ridge where her leg muscles formed as her right leg was crossed over her left. Her towel was riding so high he could almost see in between. He moved his head more to the right but the concrete wall did not have the same view as the wooden beams.
Suddenly she looked straight up. He froze. It was like she was staring right at him. He didn’t dare move, but fortunately for him she couldn’t see through walls. She stood up and her towel dropped to the floor.
For a long time Natsu had only seen her well formed shoulders, today he admired the whole back from his hideout. Her ass looked taut enough to bounce a penny of it. She put on a red blouse and then grabbed her skirt as she walked out of Natsu’s field of vision. Natsu heaved a sigh of relief as he heard the click of the door. He stood there lustily thinking about the gorgeous woman Erza had become.
Suddenly a shadow blocked the cupboard door. Erza’s brown eyes were staring right at him. She swung the door open. A chill of fear ran down Natsu’s spine, he could have sworn the room temperature had dropped. Erza looked furious, her face was so contorted in rage she looked like she could bite him or commit some other beastly act.
“Erza...Erza...Erza, this is not what...” A punch on his chin silenced him; she had almost taken a tooth out. He raised his hands in defence of the fury he knew she’d unleash on him.
“Erza, wait I can...” She pulled him out with such strength he almost landed on the bed; almost. He hit the floor with his back banging the bed post making him arch forward in pain. Natsu suddenly realised that this was not the time for reasoning. He’d hide for now and apologize later from a safe distance. For now he had to escape.
She was standing over him watching, arms folded. He tried to sprint to the door but she was on him before he could make the crucial steps. Her arms locked around his neck and clutched with killing intent.
Natsu struggled against the hold which felt like metal bars pressing his throat.
“Erza... please” he begged arms flailing around pathetically; she gave no response.
Natsu felt himself weaken. His body was running out of air, “Er...” For the umpteenth time that day he was unable to finish his sentence. He felt his head get heavier, in fact too heavy and he went on all fours. He never felt it when he hit the floor as he was already unconscious.