They were like an Iced Caffé Americano – ice and water combined with a strong, rich shot of expresso. Ice, for Gray and water for Juvia along with the strong coffee taste that summarised their unwavering feelings – even if one half had only just realised theirs.

Gray kicked a stray pebble, his hands stuffed nonchalantly in his pockets. Juvia liked him – no, like, she really liked him. More than a friend. How could he not have noticed? Gray mentally slapped himself for not realising sooner, looking back – the blushing, the squirming, and the fainting – it had been so obvious, yet he had been so blind. It had taken Erza to knock him into reality.

Juvia didn't want to just be friends with Gray – she wanted to be so much more – and in all honesty, the ice mage wasn't sure what to do. Everything was suddenly so messed up, and he wasn't sure what he was feeling anymore. Did he like Juvia? Yes, of course he did. But did he like Juvia as more than a friend? He didn't have an answer for that…

Taking a deep breath, Gray stopped walking, deciding to slow down and think about all this. What did he feel like when around Juvia? It was a start… So, what did he feel like around the blue haired girl?

Well, she made him smile – her innocent, somewhat childish behaviour always made his lips curve upwards, sometimes without the man even realising it himself. She also made him feel protective, even more so than he already was for the females of his guild. She made him jealous – no, correction, her with Lyon made him jealous.

So did that mean he liked her?

Gray sighed and pressed his – suddenly – bare back against the cool brick wall of the alley, his grey gaze drifting up towards the star lit sky. His breath came out in white plumes, and even though he was an ice mage, the chill of the night still made him shiver lightly.

Then, how did he feel when he wasn't around her?

The word worried instantly popped into his mind – especially after what happened on Tenrou, Gray found himself nervous about whether Juvia was alright or not. Be she on a mission or on her way home, Gray couldn't stop the clawing inside of him. Lonely, was another thing he felt when she wasn't around – if you think he didn't notice her stalking, you were wrong, and on those rare occasions where she wasn't following him, he felt somewhat empty; like a part of him was missing.

So did that mean he liked her?

Another sigh – damn, things suddenly got so complicated. Why couldn't feelings be simple – why couldn't there only be two or three emotions that covered everything, like Natsu's strategies. Why were there so many things that you could feel, not even knowing what half of them were?

Angry and confused, Gray kicked a random can that lay in his path, the force making a dent in the aluminium as it smashed into the wall opposite where Gray was leaning…

Then ricocheted back, hitting the Fairy Tail mage square in the nose.

"Shit!" Gray hollered, his hand shooting up to hold his suddenly throbbing nose.

"Gray-Sama?" Gray cracked open one eye, grey meeting blue as his gaze caught hold of Juvia Lockser, a concerned look painting her pale face. "Are you ok?"

Timidly, the water mage reached out and Gray instinctively removed his hand to let the younger girl brush her fingers over his sore nose, her touch feather light. He flinched when she hovered over a painful patch, and Juvia instantly pulled her hand away.

"Sorry!" She squeaked. "Juvia didn't mean to hurt Gray-Sama!"

Gray smiled a crooked smile, careful not to further injure his already injured nose. Juvia blushed and looked away, butterflies fluttering in her stomach at that oh-so-dreamy smile coming from her secret – ok, maybe not so secret – crush.

Suddenly, all his earlier thoughts came rushing back. How she made him smile, how she made him protective and jealous. How when she was gone, he worried or felt so lonely and he gulped, everything making sense now that she was in front of him.

He liked her – maybe it wasn't love yet, but the feelings he had were strong. He had been blind before, or maybe he just didn't want to admit the truth. Maybe he was even scared to admit how he felt, having lost so many people in the past; maybe he was frightened that he would lose Juvia too.

But he wasn't going to hide anymore.

"Juvia?" The blue haired girl snapped her head up at the mention of her name, her eyes bearing such pure innocence. Gray grinned, the pain in his nose forgotten as new emotions swirled within. "How about we go get that dinner that you offered a couple of days ago?"

The dinner that Lyon had so rudely stopped from happening.

Juvia's face deepened from a tint of pink to full blown rose red, maybe even crimson and she hesitantly nodded. Gray's grin stretched and he pushed himself off from the wall, gently taking Juvia's hand in his and tugging the confused – but happy – girl out from the alley and into the bustling town of Crocus, busy even at night.

Yes. They were like an Iced Caffé Americano – ice and water combined with a strong, rich shot of expresso. Ice, for Gray and water for Juvia along with the strong coffee taste that summarised their unwavering feelings – even if one half had only just realised theirs.

So, I was looking on the Starbucks website for their summer specials when I came across this coffee and for some reason it reminded me of Gray and Juvia. So now, I've decided to do little drabbles about different coffee's that match either Fairy Tail relationships, or just a specific person.

Hopefully this will cure my writers block for 'The Game'! :)