Just Our Secret - Gruvia

One kiss doesn't hurt, does it?

People may find it a little odd that Gray and I, who are just friends, can comfortably sleep in a bed together, cuddled or not. To us it's become a habit. I don't see it as romantic. It's just comforting. 

But when he's spooning me? That's a little overboard. 

I'm unsure if he did it on purpose or whether his asleep-self thought I was a pillow. 

As much as I was comfortable in his hold, with his arm around my waist, my back tightly pressed against his chest, and his face buried in my sea of hair, I need to get up before someone, like his father, walks in and gets the wrong idea! 

True, we did this position that other night I came here, but that ended horribly so it must've put him off from all the other few times he was in bed with me. 

I didn't want to move though. I could stay in that position for eternity. A sudden heat rises to my cheeks when he starts unknowingly caressing my bump. His touches are so soft and delicate that it's like a way of him attempting to persuade me to stay in bed. 

It'd be a lie if I said his unintentional persuasions were convincing me. For the first time in months I was somewhat comfortable. No sickness feeling, no guilt, no sense of urgency - it's pure bliss. 

I notice a sudden heat rising in my cheeks, ever since I woke up actually. It grew worse when his lips have found my bare shoulder, and they're delicately burying into my skin. I bruise like a peach - he better not do anything stupid.

Actually... Now that I think about it, and am experiencing it... this isn't something "normal" friends would do. 

Well, duh. I don't have Lucy snuggling up to me, kissing me on the shoulder and caressing my bump. Unless of course she's drunk. Natsu would certainly not give me such intimate affection. I may be carrying Gray's baby but we agreed we were remaining friends - an unspoken agreement if I'm completely honest. Dating has never been mentioned. 

God... Perhaps Levy's idea of a joke isn't really a joke after all. 

Curious, I manage to shift my body over so I can be face to face with him. The instant reaction of my heart to explode with fright is indescribable. 

He's awake, and he's gazing deep into my eyes. How long has he been awake for!?

"Hi..." I gulp before whispering. 

And there it is! My morning sickness kicked in. That queasy sensation is building up in my throat. Must be based on my current nerves.

He grunts in response, clearly tired. 

"How long have you been awake?" I ask.

He stares at me a moment before answering, "Literally ten seconds. Shut up and let me sleep." Gray's renowned for being a morning persons mortal enemy.

So all of his movements were his conscious. Why do I feel disappointed by that? It's probably for the best.

I accept his request and shut up. My eyes stay open as his close urgently. I take in his admirable features as he snoozes. Aside from kissing him, I haven't had a chance to be close to his face like this, and when we kiss our eyes are shut, so I never get to appreciate his undeniably handsome face. Part of me hope the baby gets the majority of his genes, because holy shit. Why am I just now realising what I've been missing out on!? 

Gray realises he's being ogled, and quickly opens his dark, icy eyes. I bite my lip, embarrassed while again stares at me. "Take a picture, it lasts longer." Dealing with his sass in the morning is another thing I enjoy about him.

His eyes shut once more, continuing his snooze. It doesn't shut him up though. "What're you thinking about?"

No point in hiding the truth, "Oh... I'm just wondering if the baby will look more like you or me."