Falling Too Far - Gruvia

Chapter 9

I've been granted a piggyback ride from the car up to the dorm. My arms are loosely around his shoulders and my chin is rested in the crook of his neck. Loke continues heading upstairs, as does Cana, so I assumed he lived with her. Gajeel unlocks the door and heads straight to his room, a few seconds later we here a bed spring pretty loud so he must've passed out. Strangely, my other ear catches a few giggles coming from Erza's room, could this be the guy that perhaps Mira mentioned? 

Gray drops me and my feet hit the floor in the kitchen, he heads straight to the fridge to grab a beer, then throws me one. I was about to open it until it got swiped out of my hands by none other than Erza Scarlet, and her body clothed in a man's t-shirt. 

"Odd sight, Gray being friendly with Juvia and there's no protesting. That means the two of you must be absolutely pissed." 

"What're you talking about? One hundred percent sober!" Gray disagrees. 

"Come on guys, I'll save you the hangovers," She opens the freezer to grab two pieces of bread, "You don't mind toast do you Juvia?" 

I exaggeratedly shake my head as I sit on the stool opposite the counter. She puts the two pieces in the toaster she pours me a glass of water and places it in front of me, encouraging Gray to get his own. 

"Gray, where's your shirt?" She questions.

He shrugs, while I gaze at him immensely, admiring how attractive he is. 

"Go put one on." 

He rolls his eyes and groans then heads to his room, my eyes still on him until he's out of my sight. 

"Juvia, I must say I'm surprised you ended up going. Especially now that you came back in this state. Was it fun?" 

"Yep! I made out a lot..." I giggle. 

"With who?" 

We hear a door slam, my head turns and unfortunately Gray is fully clothed once again. Erza hears the toast pop so she never got a chance to get the answer to her query. She leaves the buttered toast on a plate in front of us then heads back to her room. 

"Okay," I take a bite, "Never saw that skull tattoo on your ribcage before."

"Got it a few days ago." Instead of picking up his own piece he takes a chomp out of mine.

"Was that your first?" 

"No, I had one on my back which I managed to get when I was fifteen, but my Dad forced me to get it lasered off." He takes a sip of my water, "How old were you when you got yours?"

"Seventeen when I got the one on my wrist. I was in Japan, I passed for eighteen, luckily. I got the butterfly one in the summer this year." 

I place my half eaten toast back on the plate, a few moments later the carb, greasy taste is replaced by a much more tastier one. My body writhes in pleasure just by the softness of his lips intertwining with mine. My drunken persona just goes with it as I have nothing better to do, but at the back of my mind there's the little voice telling me:

'He has more reasons to be doing this, he's got an affection for you. Gray isn't just turned on by your slutty clothes... there's something else in that maze of a mind.' 

"Gray..." I pull away, completely caught off guard by the lust in his eyes.

"What?" Every other time he's said that word, it sounds dismissive and violent, not this time, though.

"Do you have feelings for me?" 

He takes a pace backwards. I did it again. I've fucked this up, like I always seem to do.