The first spring after Natsu turned 18 marked the start of his first mating season. It was a given who his mate was, if the person he was in a relationship with was any indication.

“You smell good,” Natsu mumbles sleepily into your neck, his strong arms wrapping tighter around you. The bed you both lay in is warm with your body heats and the blankets. He breathes in your scent, his head feeling a little fuzzier than normal.

His hair tickles your neck. Natsu’s fist clasps into your shirt.