Too Close
- Fairy Tail-
-TC-
Gray shut the door with a sigh. The bathroom look too clean for how dirty he felt. Mud made his hair stick out at uneven ends and grit turned his hands a dark, grotesque black. And all that swamp scurrying for what? A vile of witches brew that smelled like wild lilies; an odd smell to find in the middle of nowhere, Gray thought. Not that he specialized in flowers.
He throw on both taps quickly and jumped inside. There was no really hot or really cold water in his house. He could make it cold enough to freeze but that wasn't ideal right now. After five minutes he turned off the cold water and sat beneath the jet stream of almost-cold water, watching the dirt get chased down the drain.
He got out almost a half hour later, feeling the change in how his skin felt. It no longer had the texture of wet sand paper and it felt good.
Outside it was pouring. Gray watched the rain slosh against the window, distractedly wrapping a towel around his waste. His eyes preyed on a disturbance in the drops. The flicked away, repelled by an invisible shape that was leaving the concrete sidewalk dry. With a shrug he ignored it. Gray turned away, watching the shape retreat down the road in his peripheral vision.
He dried himself quickly; it turned out to be easier to flick the water out of his hair like a dog then to towel it dry. Exhausted from the day, he wasn't long in grabbing a book and flopping down, legs crossed, on the bed (not that he read much. But mentally, he wasn't tired at all. Books were good to kill the brain).
Gray didn't get to open the cover before an ominous sound directed him away from the pages. Footsteps. In the hall. On the second floor. Outside his door.
Tossing the book to his nightstand, he pulled his legs off the bed. The door slid open, and he froze, wearily watching the place were someone should have been.
Gray stared at his door with wide eyes. He could hear footsteps as something unseen stepped from the bedroom entrance to him. He felt it as the bed dipped under the weight of a new presence. The invisible being did not, shockingly, rise the hackles on his neck. He felt safe in its presence – or at least unthreatened – and that was the only reason why the room wasn't covered in a thick sheet of ice.
Then he smelled lilies.
A/N: The first porn fic I've ever written though I've Rp'd smut plenty of times. Be gentle? And the full story shall be on my AO3 account. This isn't a new story and has been completed for a while. I still haven't written fanfiction and still have no plans to despite loving and respecting the medium. However, I'm still writing stories and would always love any feedback given. :)
