"Juvia loves Gray-sama. Juvia knows Gray-sama doesn't feel the same way, but Juvia doesn't mind if Gray-sama only uses Juvia."

Her bold confession shocked him. He had never had women confess to him before. But that wasn't what had really shocked him. The fact that she offered herself was what shocking.

Maybe she just had a bad day. Maybe she just wanted to escape her ugly memories, or maybe she was just so desperate for a man's touch.

He couldn't decide the reasons she threw herself for him. Yet, the fact that she was an attractive woman was irresistible to his eyes. But attractive wasn't the correct word to describe her. She was beyond beautiful, beyond stunning. She was just perfect. Any man would be a fool to reject her.

He didn't love her. Not that he knew of.

She was just a friend to him, and it might ruin their friendship if he was sleeping with her.

He couldn't think further the moment Juvia unbuttoned her cloth for him. In haze of heat, he lowered his head to watch as the fabric parted to reveal her lacy red bra. She didn't stop. She moved so slowly that he thought his heart would pound of his chest. Somewhere in the back of his head, a voice shouted to him to stop her. Yet, his body betrayed his mind. Before she could unhook her bra, he gently took her mouth into his and kissed her passionately.

He shoved his hand into her underwear and caressed her bare bottom as her skirt fell down. When he caught the raw odor of blood coming from his fingertip, he caught up in an onerous emotion combined of harsh, naked excitement, and a dull sense of responsibility. The feeling of responsibility was intensified by the fact that she loved him, and she was his friend.

He soon regretted his decision after thrusting fully into her and seeing dark stain on sheet. For he knew he couldn't reciprocate her feeling, yet he took something that she could only give once for the man she loved, and she might regret it in the future. Or maybe she had regretted it now.

However, she didn't say anything. She was getting up from his bed, and started to put on her cloth.

"Juvia, where are you going?" he asked as he still tried to catch his breath.

"Home."

When she said that, he felt a mixture of relief that she seemed to handle it well. She was still calm, and she didn't demand him for any romantic relationships. Yet he longed for her in a strange sort of way. He didn't really want her to leave him like that.

But he didn't say anything when she walked out of the room.

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Few nights had passed, and he learnt her habit. She always left after he finished thrusting into her. This time as she was about to leave again, he grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Don't leave. Sleep by my side."

And she complied. She nodded and placed her head on his bare chest, closed her eyes, and as she felt the warmth of his skin against her face, she inhaled his masculine scent.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against him. He then leaned down, and kissed her closed eyes then her forehead. Afraid that she would be gone the moment he opened his eyes, he decided to just cherish this moment of holding her in his arms.

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The next morning, he woke up to inexplicable feeling of loneliness. She was gone. He felt very empty as he walked to the fridge to get some water. He wondered why Juvia didn't seem comfortable to spend some more time with him. Maybe she decided that he was only good in bed, but he was boring as a person. Hence, she always left whenever she had the chance to leave. Or maybe she secretly had another lover who was waiting for her in her home.

He didn't want to think about it, but the last thought stayed in his mind. Another man that she shared her body with… He had to stop thinking about it. He had no right to care or be jealous. He was the one who didn't want any romantic relationship with her, and she was well aware of it. But how was that possible that she agreed to make love to him when she knew that he wouldn't reciprocate her feeling?

He sipped his drink, and murmured, "Juvia, what are you up to?"

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A.N: Ah, I don't even know what I am writing. My mind is a complete mess now.