hush hush
gruvia week day 2-quiet
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Her hips rocks forward, backward, and gyrates round and round. The pain of her nails digging into his flesh is drowned by the pleasure her every movement brings and he moans, he whispers her name and how sorry he is for their earlier argument that he could not even remember anymore. She kisses him deep and rough—as if she is punishing him for his mistake. Her movements increase in tempo, her kisses turning feral as her walls starts to tighten around him.
Juvia wails his name when she comes, back arched and head thrown back. The sight of her is an erotic wonder, a reality fished out of fantasy. His orgasm is intense, soul-sucking, and he wonders if he'll ever be able to move.
But it doesn't matter, he thinks, with Juvia snuggled on top of him, they can stay that way forever.
He may not be perfect, and his feelings are still unclear, but he wants to take care of her, to make her happy and content. Guilt floods his chest when remembers how he did the exact opposite earlier, taking out his frustrations at her when she meant well.
"Juvia, I'm—"
"Hush," She presses a slender finger to his lips, smiles and then kisses him. Gently, almost feather-light.
And at that moment, Gray Fullbuster knows that he is forgiven.
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His power is of the ice but he feels exceptionally cold. His stomach is empty, except for a leaden ball that weighs heavily, dragging him and his thoughts down, slowing his steps.
The cabin stands ahead, slightly blurred from the pouring rain. Natsu props the door open, waiting for him to enter, and he remembers of the time that Juvia did the same when he was carrying an armful of groceries. He is tempted to run, but moves forward to enter the house that had been his and Juvia's home in those memorable six months.
The living room did not change, he remarks as his feet carries him to Juvia's bedroom, and the house still carried the scent of rainwater and the powdery-floral of her fabric conditioner. He reaches the threshold and he pauses. Natsu nods his head encouragingly, but he knows he smelled it too.
Death.Imminent, just a breath away.
The ball in his stomach turns to burning ash, singeing his insides and the back of his eyes. He kneels by her bedside and holds her hand reverently. He doesn't deserve to be there, he knows, but Juvia doesn't deserve to die. She is forgiving, and kind, and selfless—the way she looks at him then is a testament.
How can she look at him like that when all he has ever done is hurt her?
"Gray-sama…"
"Juvia, I'm—"
"Hush."
He cries unabashedly when she presses a finger to his lips and spends her last breath kissing him. And Gray Fullbuster knows that he is forgiven.