Mating Fever - Fairy Tail Lemon

MINE

GRAY

Usually if someone was to wake him up by sprinkling water on his face, he'd kill them. But when Gray opened his eyes to find a certain water-mage bent over, drying her wet hair, he stayed put and enjoyed the sight. 

She liked the cold feeling of wet hair. He knew that much from staying with her for six months. 

She wasn't wearing her coat. She wore a shirt with straps he could snap with a small flick of his finger. With the way her shirt stuck to her body, he could see every curve of her body perfectly. Her neck. Her shoulders. Her breasts. Her stomach. Her hips. Her thighs. Her ass. He was going to run his hands over all of them. It took all his self-control, to not just go, pick her up, smash her against the wall and get his way with her. 

He had been debating whether or not to tell her how he felt, while waiting for her to show up at Fairy Hills. When hours passed and she didn't come, he grew worried. A part of him knew she was fine. But he still made a promise to himself that he would kiss her if she returned without a scratch. 

And she had come. 

He had run up to her. Yelled at her. Hugged her. 

He heard her soothing voice explain how Levy was sick and that she hadn't meant to worry him. All the while he knew he was losing consciousness. He was sick. He had realized it as he had waited for her, for two hours. But that was trivial matter. 

I'll punish her for that wait later.

Yes, I'm going to keep my promise, he thought as she held him.

And make her mine, forever, that was the last thought in his mind before everything had gone blank. 

Then he'd woken up being dropped into bed. 

And now, his eyes were roaming all over Juvia's body, thinking of ways to ravish her.

She jumped as she turned and found him awake. Hearing his stomach growl, she'd bought him soup. Gave him a bowl and went to fetch another for herself.

Gray-sama, Juvia and Gray-sama can eat from the same plate. It would be so romantic. That's what she usually said. Why wasn't she her usual clingy self?

So, Gray made the move. He was anyway planning on making a lot of moves soon. Might as well get started. 

He held her hand. Led it to his mouth. Then to her's. She went beet red. But obliged, shyly.

Just you wait. 

After the meal, when he saw her eyes slightly droop as she turned towards the couch, it was then he understood why she was being not so clingy. She didn't have the energy to.

She's tired. Seems like she had one hell of a day. 

He pulled her onto the bed. Then rested his head by her collar-bone, right where he could her heart-beating. It gave him a feeling to comfort. She was tense for a couple of seconds before she relaxed. One of her hands rested on his back, the other went into his hair.

Would her hands rub his hair this gently, when he nips and sucks the sensitive spot on her neck.

She was asleep within minutes. 

Gray's eyed drooped as he listened to the sweet lullaby of her heartbeats.

Mine. You're mine. Only mine, he thought just before he sank into restful sleep.