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Sooner or Later: Wet

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gray/Juvia

December 5, 2010

It was love at first sight. For her.

For him, it took a while. A long while. But it took.

How they found themselves locked in a closet in the middle of a loud, boisterous Fairy Tail gathering was beyond them. Neither of them could remember the originating reason for the celebration, either, but that didn't matter when her hand was working its way down his pants or when his breath was deliciously icy against her neck as he showered her with attention.

It had all started with him whispering those seductive words in her ear. She was sold from then on out—like she needed much persuasion.

His subconscious aversion to clothing made her job easier, with much of his skin already at her disposal to leave wet trails with her tongue or kisses that left little red marks in their wake.

Her inclination to actually wear clothing drove him up a wall. "Too much, too much," he would pant as his hands slid across her skin. She would shiver, melting into his touch. The temperature shifts between them were dangerous.

When they first began meeting in secret like this, they found it easier to simply rendezvous at either's apartment where they could lie around naked all day without problem. They liked each other more that way, without barriers or false pretenses. Also without the eyes of every single member of Fairy Tail staring, wondering if this was the end result of a love potion gone awry—again.

Her apartment was preferred, due to how wet everything got in the throes of passion. "Wet in both senses of the word," he would joke, only to receive a harsh shove that would topple them both over the edge of the bed.

The light flickered off and on in the tiny closet, swinging precariously after Gray had hit his head against the object initially entering. This was the only light they had.

Juvia crouched, balancing on the balls of her feet, directly in front of him—like there was anywhere else she would be. With a pleased smile, one that flickered in and out of his sight, she reached forward to the fly of his jeans. After undoing the button, she unzipped the jeans slowly, making eye contact with the ice mage. She held her palm flat against his lower abdomen, fingers already below his waistline, as she unzipped, she was extra careful not to snag; he never wore boxers anymore.

He grabbed her wrist to move her faster, but she wouldn't have that. Fisting the fabric covering his legs, she dragged the offending article of clothing down, agonizingly slow, making sure he would feel the friction against every hair follicle, every inch of his skin that was already electrified by her touch. He growled, begrudgingly accepting his need to be patient, as he watched her through half-lidded eyes. She flickered in and out of focus. Juvia held the cards, palming his growing erection, rocking it slowly. He hissed her name into the dense air of the closet, only to gasp and rein it back into his mouth when she wrapped her lips around his dick.

It was as if he were watching a movie unfold through snapshots that were getting dirtier with every picture.

It didn't take much prompting, with that velvet tongue of hers, to raise the urgency of the situation. He stopped her, needing to feel her warmth, not her lips, around him when he did come. When she stood at full height, he grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her up. Switching positions, he pressed her up against the wall, breasts at eye-level. With the wall to hold her up, he made good use of his hands; sliding down the straps of her dress, he freed her breasts from confinement. When he went to hike her skirt up, the lack of cloth he expected to feel sent an unanticipated shiver down his spine.

"Nothing?" he breathed in amazement. Juvia's responsive, sultry giggle was muffled by her mouth's heated capture. How he managed to crane his neck just so and still be passionate made her reciprocate in earnest, grinding against him.

With a steady, guiding hand, Gray brought them as close together as they possibly could; he filled her in a familiar, yet startling manner she had yet to be accustomed to. She loved every minute of it, soaring high above the clouds. They needed this. They thrived on this.

Juvia's overzealous attitude, when it came to Gray, transferred very well over into their sex life.

Her dress was pooled around her waist and her back was receiving a number of scratches from the wall behind her, but the rhythm and motion and feeling of Gray all around her was enough for her to ignore the discomfort. Complaining would mean they would need to stop, and that was something she didn't want to risk. Juvia was distracted even further by his lips latching onto one nipple, then the other, alternating between sucking and nipping the rosy flesh.

As strong as Gray was, he didn't know how much longer he would be able to keep Juvia up against the wall—not long, apparently; his legs were shaking, and the feeling of almost being there, yeah, right there, just a little more, was enough to make him unceremoniously fall backwards onto his ass with a painful thud. Between the panting and moaning, partially in pain and partially in pleasure, credit needed to be given to both Juvia and Gray for not stopping even once. Not even for her cheerful laughter, or for the string of curses that fled his mouth at impact. Kisses were bestowed in comfort, though they were distracted by the growing pressure between them.

Juvia was the first to come, retreating against his chest with a stifled gasp. She dragged her fingernails down from his shoulders that she had been holding, her head on his torso as he continued to pump up into her. Where, in some cases, a woman would arch her back in pleasure, Juvia would crawl deeper into herself, leaning forward, huddling against him. Gray would see each distorted line of her face, her mouth slightly open, her eyes screwed shut, as she rode out her orgasm. Her contracting muscles spurred him further until he couldn't handle the pressure anymore. He choked out her name, the hands on her hips reaching up to her back to bring her even closer.

They rested, the echoes of their heavy breathing soothing.

When Juvia had caught her breath, after a few long minutes, she whispered, "I'm surprised we were able to fit on the floor, Gray-sama."

"My legs aren't entirely bent, and my pants are still kind of on," he grunted in response, shifting to sit up. This proved to be more difficult than expected.

"Oh," she responded, giggling softly. "Is that why we fell?"

"One of the reasons," he responded, reaching a hand up to run it through her hair. "But you're gonna need to get up so I can move."

"The others must be wondering where we went."

"They may be, but they can kiss my ass, which is going to be hurting tomorrow."

"My back has seen better days," Juvia responded, gasping softly in pain when Gray's hand began to seek out physical injury. She jerked away from his touch.

"I can't see that, but if it's raised enough for me to feel it, you might be bleeding. Let's get out of here," he said.

They both slowly tried to stand, one on wobbly legs, the other simply trying not to fall over again. After righting their clothes, putting them where they should be, they snuck out of the closet unnoticed.

However, it wasn't until they were at the doorway they heard:

"Why is everything in the closet wet? Dammit, Gray! Juvia! Not again!"

They bolted, with renewed energy, out of the guild.
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