Never let go

11: The Drawing

WARNING NOW! THERE IS SLIGHTLY MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

"Gray, are you sure we should be doing this?" Juvia asked, her voice timid as Gray led her by the hand up the stairs towards the kitchen.

"Trust me. This will be ten times better than the shite they serve us down there." He grumbled and she giggled slightly. Gray opened up a door slowly, peaking inside and swallowing. He gestured for her to move forward and she did, her blue hair falling forward over her shoulders as she moved. Gray watched her and swallowed, looking away from the stunning creature in front of him to clear his throat.

"No one is there." Juvia's soft voice came, causing him to raise his eyes. He smirked, resting a hand on her shoulder before the two of them burst into the kitchen, shoving as much food as they could into their pockets. Juvia had brought a knapsack with her and was, quite literally, shoveling food into it.

A door creaked across the way and Gray jerked his head up before grabbing Juvia's arm and yanking her back to the door, a surprised yip escaping her lips.

"Run." He whispered and she giggled, taking off in a sprint pass him. Laughing, Gray tugged his cap snugly onto his head and followed her, hoping and praying he wasn't leaving a trail of biscuits behind as they ran. The two weaved through corridors and down staircases and soon, the two of them burst into Juvia and Gajeel's room, revealing Levy and Gajeel together.

"What in the hell--" Gajeel started before Juvia ran up and simply shoved a cookie into his mouth, giggling hysterically.

"You guys did not--" Levy started, eyes wide and Gray smirked, grabbing the knapsack from Juvia's and dumping it's contents on the floor.

"Tonight, we feast as kings!" He cried.

***

Lucille led Natsu down the hall towards her room, keeping an eye out for any wandering eye that may rat her out to Dan. Natsu was smiling, his fingers wrapped tightly around her own. She led him inside, clinging to key she had to unlock the door.

"Is it super prim an' proper?" Natsu asked and Lucille giggle, letting go of his hand as she held the door open, amused by the look of shock on his face.

"It's quite proper, I assure you. This is the sitting room."

Inside the room was a large fireplace, adjacent from the door. Multiple couches, small tables and chairs decorated the room and Natsu couldn't help but be impressed at how much nicer this was compared to his dinky little room. He made his way to the fireplace and admired the clock on the mantle, running his tongue over his lips as his creativity began to run haywire.

"Is this enough light?"

Her voice snapped him back from his thoughts and he blinked, turning to her.

"Huh?" He ran his finger across the mantle and was genuinely surprised to find no dust marring it's surface.

"Don't artists need good light?" She asked, draping her shall over the chair next to the small blue couch adorning the middle of the room.

"Zat ehs true." He began in a horrid french accent. "But I ehm not used to working in such horrible conditi-ahns."

Lucille looked at him in confusion but scoffed once she recognized his joke. Natsu's eyes traveled past her and he gasped out 'Monet' as he strut across the room to squat in front of the piece in admiration.

"You know his work?" Lucille asked, moving to stand by his side.

"Of course." Natsu said, his amazement evident in his tone. "Look at his use of color here, isn't it great?"