Mosquitoes

8

Gray glares at Lyon

I'm just sitting there trying not to pull Gray down and bite into his tender neck

The urge is a lot to handle I feel like I need to be near him no matter what maybe I should try to avoid him so he won't get hurt

I lick my fangs "Gray can I go now"

He looks at me "wait is your tongue better?"

I nod "tongues heal faster then any other part of your body"

He picks me up bridal style "ok let's go"

I stare at him "you know I can walk right"

He smirks "yeah but you are light and it feels right holding you so I am oh and by the way thanks for the view of your ass earlier"

I turn tomato red "GRAY SAMA DONT STARE AT JUVIAS BUTT"

he turns his head to the side "did you just speak in third person? Oh and I like the sound of Gray Sama it's cute"

I shake my head "Juvia I mean I didn't mean to and I'm not gonna keep calling you that it just slipped out"

Gray frowns "but I like it"

I yawn "Juvia is sweepy Gway Swama"

I say cuddling up to his chest

He pokes me nose "aw Juvia is sleepy"

I fall asleep in his arms it has been a long day