A/N: Gajeel and Juvia are a big BroTP of mine, so I decided to start a drabble series on them. After all, they're freakishly adorable, you know.
"C'mon, short-stuff, jump for it."
Gajeel waved the job request above the rain woman's pretty little head, waving it tauntingly and lowering it into her reach occasionally, then yanking it back up. Juvia herself was jumping in vain, arms flailing over her head to catch the request slip.
"Gajeel-kun! Gajeel-kun! Just give it to Juvia!" she murmured, straining her arms.
The Phantom Lord mage gave a sharp-toothed smile, laughed his signature laugh, and lowered it down into Juvia's reach, letting her catch it. "Okay, okay. So, what's it for?" The tall man leaned down over her shoulder to look at it.
"It's specially designed for a water mage such as Juvia. They're having problems with growing their crops, so they're hoping to get water artificially. All Juvia has to do is stay for a day or so. It's really easy money." Juvia folded up the paper and slipped it into the pocket of her dress.
"Oh?" Gajeel lifted a metal-studded eyebrow. "How's about I come with you then, just so I can get a little break from this dump."
"Gajeel, hoping to get it on with the rain woman?" a man cackled.
Juvia shied away and Gajeel bared his fangs. The offender backed down, threatened by the Kurogane's malice.
"I remember why I don't go out with you more," Gajeel growled, an open blue umbrella slumped on his shoulder.
"Because Juvia is too good for your presence?" she asked innocently, twirling her own pink umbrella.
"Hey!" he growled at her. At the same moment, rain that had been collecting on a building's roof sloshed down over his umbrella, successfully splashing him.
Juvia laughed all the way to their inn.
"What do we do?" he asked, laying down on the bed.
"Oh, well, anything. All Juvia has to do is stay in this town for a little bit. The rain will do all her work." Juvia blinked her navy blue eyes. "I knew you would find this boring. I'm sorry."
"Eh, it's cool. Better than sitting around in that dingy little bar all day, y'know." Gajeel crunched on a screw from a bag. Out of politeness, he almost offered one to Juvia, but quickly remembered that she did not eat metal. "You're the only one there worth bein' with anyways."
Juvia gaped at him, then blushed and looked down at her folded hands. A smile spread across her face, and she stood, gave her dress a quick smack to get off the dust, and grabbed her hat. "Juvia knows what to do with Gajeel-kun."
Groaning like a bothered teenager, the man followed his companion outside, putting up his umbrella. "What?"
"Has Gajeel-kun ever heard of a snowball fight?"
"Eh? That's a stupid question, of course." He scratched his chin. He'd never had one, though. Dragons weren't much good for snowball fights, so Metallicana had never quite offered to have one with his son.
"Okay, well, I've never had one. And because there's no snow, I thought we could have a waterball fight!"
Gajeel scowled deeper. "You can't do that, you can't mold water- oh, yeah, water person."
Juvia was making neat piles of water spheres, a childlike gleam in her eyes. "These will replace the snowballs, and-"
Gajeel threw one right in her face.
He tossed back his head and laughed, his whole body shaking. "I like this!"
"Oh?"
Juvia picked one up, grabbed him, lifted his shirt, and smashed one on his abs. Gajeel let out an unmanly shriek.
"Guess Gajeel-kun doesn't need that umbrella anymore!"
"That's it!"
People looked out of their windows to see two young people tossing balls of water at each other, or occasionally smashing them on the others body, and laughing all the while.
Gajeel smiled menacingly as he threw a waterball at the girl. It hit dead-on, and as he looked at her rare laughing face, all he could think was, "Oh yeah. She's definitely the only one hanging out with."