Just Our Secret - Gruvia

The voice in my head sits next to me in psychology

"Would it be so bad?"

"We're friends aren't we? It's just one night of physical adventure."

"Over two months have passed since we've done anything, we don't want to start the year all tense and edging for just one more orgasm."

"I mean... you're not exactly dating her, are you?"

"If you really want to then you're in for a rough ride, Juvia."

My voices pitch had been lowering every time I spoke to him. My body inching closer as every tick of a clock passes. Just before I asked him that first question, the two of us were on the couch, his arm letting my head rest against it. His head pointing down at me, his eyes locked on my pink, round lips. My head tilted up as it was relaxed on his muscly arm, I wanted to taste him. Get a hint of that tongue, after what we had consumed that night the vodka would have overpowered it yet I still needed him. I hadn't even noticed my eyes closing, lips puckering, leaning in to finally be satisfied with our mouthes connected.

I went numb.

The only thing I could sense was when our lips pressed against each others. My nerves had focused on my mouth, every other feeling in my body had died as I was overwhelmed by such a simple kiss. Pulling away seemed impossible to me, a parting in his lips was beginning to open and I needed more. Open mouthed kisses... his tongue wrestling inside my mouth with my own... However, I needed to ask first. I still had my manners.

I break the kiss, my eyes locking onto his and weren't planning on eyeing any other thing in the world. The break in his lips was still there, convincing me to reciprocate, ready to prepare myself for another extravagant kiss.

"Gray, would it be so bad?" My voice low, whispering out to him, "We're friends aren't we? We'd do anything to satisfy each other," My body jolted as his hand placed on my thigh, sliding up and I knew he was after what was under my black, denim skirt, "Over two months have passed since we've been fucked out of our minds by someone else... neither of us would want to start the year off sexually frustrated, having to count on our hands or toys to trigger another orgasm. We need the touch of someone else... someone who knows what they're doing." By how much his eyes were darkening, I knew he was turning on by every word I was breathing out.

For some reason he smirked, so far he was agreeing with everything I was offering.

His index finger brushing up my arm, which had already crawled out of my sleeve. It runs down my collarbone, up my neck and through my bottom lip, it slides into my hair, gripping me as he prepares himself to completely dominate my mouth.

"If I fuck you tonight, you're in for rough ride, Juvia." His smirk increases, leaning in and ready to start what will be a night of just constant, guilt free, fucking.

"Then fuck me."

_ _ _

"I'm not telling you who the father is, Lucy, I promised myself that he'd be told I was pregnant first before I spilt his name."

The three of us sitting in my bed in a circle, cups of coffee in our hands and I was in the middle of another interrogation. Lucy rolls her eyes, she likes consuming other peoples gossip, it's her not so guilty pleasure. Additionally, if I do spit it out there's no way she'll keep her gob shut, he's her step brother for god sake.

"Okay, I'll accept that. But I'll wanna know one day," Still wasn't sure about that, "How about you tell us how it happened?"

"If you want to of course." Levy adds to Lucy's negotiation.

I guess there'd be no harm in doing that, however it would only trigger a mental orgasm for me. Back to that night, it was overwhelming. Yet I needed more, one night just wasn't enough for me.