She's In Your Court

Chapter 12: Chemistry Isn't Just for TV

You the one that I dream about all day
You the one that I think about always
You are the one so I make sure I behave
My love is your love, your love is my love

It's been a week or so since the weekend they spent at Juvia's hometown. She had her mother to thank for the awkward morning following the paper bag incident and what was or were inside it. Juvia just couldn't face Gray after that because all she could think about was the paper bag full of protection sitting atop her counter. Juvia had her mother to blame for turning her into some kind of a deprived woman who hadn't had sex in ten years.

Everything just reminded her that she was indeed a woman who hand's had sex in... she forgot how long. Like when Hoopster was in a one-on-one basketball game with Juvia's father. Gray's dark gray shirt clung to his toned abdomen and Juvia could only keep herself from sinfully tracing what they called the 'happy trail'. When Gray took off his already wet shirt, Juvia swore her mouth ran dry. If she was a man, her blood rushed to that one place.

All she could think about was feeling Gray's skin against her fingertips.

So, Juvia decided it would be better for her, her heart and her hormones not see Gray for the meantime; just until she got over him and his undeniably delicious body. It was impossible: one, not to see him because of the dance show, and two, it's hard to get over that godly body of his.

Juvia, stop. Your mother catching you ogling the Hoopster was enough – embarrassing enough.

A polite knock pulled Juvia's attention toward the twin wooden doors that spitted out the man of her thoughts recently. He had his casual clothes on – plain white tee and faded denim jeans. Nothing said casual more than his raven hair swept under his Fiore Knights bull cap. When their eyes met, the corner of Gray's mouth tipped. He looked ready to run towards her and pull her in the tightest embrace. Juvia was sure all she wanted was to fall into his arms. However, someone else demanded her attention.

"Finally, Mr. Gray is here."

Juvia twitched at the moniker. How many times did she ask her friend never to call Hoopster by the name of one of the sexiest main leads in erotic literature? Because she could easily see Christian Grey in Gray Fullbuster. That goes without saying, her inner goddess was clapping back at her – Ms. Juvia Steel.

A single snap of Levy's small and slender fingers pulled her away from her 'Fifty Shades of Gray Fullbuster' sexy dreams.

"You should really stop drooling over Gray so much if you want to keep your dignity intact, Juvia." Levy scolded.

"I'm not drooling over anyone." Juvia denied, trying to sound non-defensive by masking her blushing with disinterest.

Gray approached the two, shaking Levy's hand while pulling Juvia closer against him. He leaned in to plant a soft peck on Juvia's left cheek and the ballerina almost jumped in surprise. For a second, she thought Gray would kiss her on the lips, right in front of Shrimp. She almost had a heart-attack.

"Hi."

"Hey." Juvia sheepishly replied.

Gray hadn't released her yet. Rather, he kept her hand clasped in his and maintained their position. He had his back on Levy so he took the chance to say something he wanted to tell Juvia since they came back from her hometown.

"I really miss you."

Juvia smiled, her gaze saying the same, that she really missed him too. Now that they were a couple, they managed to have conversation through their love-stricken eyes.