She had everything to be comfortable. A dozen of the fluffiest pillow she could find, a hundred covers, a perfect matress that she had saved jewels for during months and that had been the cause of weeks of teasing from her best friend who couldn't understand how someone could spend so much on her comfort. Juvia had spent days explaining him that she wasn't a heavy sleeper like him, and that improving her comfort would definitely help her having good night of sleep and therefore having more energy for missions, but, of course, trying to explain that to him would be like trying to explain the concept of intimacy to Natsu.

The point was, Juvia had everything to go to sleep and wake up while feeling like she was laying in the most warm and soft bed ever. And yet, here she was, shaking from head to toe and wishing she had a hundred more layers on her. Plus, she hadn't even mentioned her headache yet. She felt terrible. Her head was pounding, and every single limb of her body was numb, as if she had gone to a mission the day before. The problem was, she hadn't signed up for a mission in a week, and she had no memory of what she had done the day before.

Sighing, Juvia turned around and readjusted her blanket so it covered her entire body, before slowly laying her head against the pillow again, trying to make her death as comfortable as possible. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of cologne beside her, and her heart missed a beat as she wondered for a second if Gajeel had crashed at her place again, until she noticed that the smell wasn't strong at all, and also quiet pleasant. Guessing that she had just stolen her best friend's jacket again, she let out a pleased sigh and grabbed her blanket in her fist to tug it all the way up to her nose, when she noticed something wrong. The bluenette furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, and slipped her hand under the cover and near her chest again, noticing with worry that she could only feel her skin under her touch. She was completely naked.

Juvia shot up, while holding the cover close to her chest, and her eyes immediately landed on the white wall in front of her bed. Her wall wasn't white. Just like her usual bed wasn't this big, just like her usual bed had a fluffier pillow, and just like her usual bed didn't have a man sleeping in it.

Juvia didn't usually curse a lot. She was a lot softer than this, a lot more distinguished, and yet, given the quantity of pretty words going through her head right now, she was sure that, if she had been able to shout without fearing waking the man next to her, the atrocities flying out of her mouth would've been capable of making Gajeel faint. Now, she could only hope for the man to never wake up.

Carefully glancing at the figure laying beside her, as if looking at him too abruptly could wake him, Juvia's eyes immediately landed on the blond hair spread over the pillow. He had his back to her, but she could still see the single earring underneath his head and pressed against the pillow. This reminded her of someone, but she just couldn't put her finger on it, and her headache definitely wasn't helping. She slighty furrowed her eyebrows, deep in her thoughts, and unconsciously let her eyes wander over his toned shoulders and arms. The bluenette stared at his heaving shoulders for a few seconds, before she felt a slight blush spread across her pale cheeks. It wasn't the usual, childish blush. She wasn't blushing because Gray was fighting or simply calling her. She was blushing for someone else. And weirdly, it wasn't making her freak out as much as she thought it would. Maybe it was because she was exhausted, or maybe it was because her brain was already clouded. All she knew right now was that she had completely lost her train of thoughts trying to determine who that person was, and was simply unashamedly staring at him. Gray was constantly walking half-naked around the guild, so how was it that she couldn't tear her eyes away from this man?

"Gosh, my head..."

For the second, and hopefully last time of the morning, Juvia's heart missed a beat.

She quickly moved back, putting a much distance between him and her, which wasn't much given that they were sharing a bed. She instantly stopped scrambling backwards when she saw that, the more she crawled away from him, the more she dragged the cover away from him as well. She widened her eyes, seeing his chest now completely bare, and looked back at his face. He was sitting up and yawning, as if he hadn't even noticed her. She could finally took a look at his face, and, obviously, the second time her heart missed a beat wasn't actually the last time.

"Sting?" she gasped, before slapping the hand that wasn't holding the cover to her mouth.

This one winced, apparently also suffering from a headache, before turning his head to glance at her. At this point, she was expecting anything. She thought he would maybe shout, or moan, or smirk... She never thought he'd just let out an exhausted sigh before letting himself fall back onto the matress, with his arms behind his head.

Now that she had moved back from him, his chest was completely uncovered, and Juvia felt a blush spread across her cheeks as she tried to look anywhere but at his body. She didn't know why she was reacting like that, she felt like she was cheating on her Gray-sama. Why did she feel so flustered? It never affected her that much whenever Gray walked around the guild half-naked. Maybe it was the problem. Maybe she had gotten too used to seeing him like this. Lucy never blushed when she saw Natsu shirtless because he was like that everyday. She knew how fit he was, she knew he was handsome, but it didn't make her blush. Had Juvia really grown out of her admiration for Gray?

The bluenette's attention was drawn back to Sting as the man let out another yawn, snapping her out of her thoughts. She suddenly realized she was probably supposed to say something at some point. She cleared her throat, and took a deep breath, hoping not too sound too unsure. "Excuse me..." she started shyly.

From where she was, Juvia saw him arch an eyebrow and realized how absurd she was, adressing to him politely as if they hadn't just spent the night together. Once again, she felt her cheeks heating up, and was thankful he was laying down and staring at the ceiling, not at her.

"What are you doing here?" she started again, this time sounding at the same time more sure but more embarrassed.

The blond arched an eyebrow again, but this time turned his head to look at her. "You're in my room," he informed her, as a slight smirk formed on his lips.

"Then what is Juvia doing in your room?"

Sting opened his mouth, about to answer her dumb question, but let out a groan instead, his headache coming back strong. He took a pillow and covered his face with it, letting out another stiffled grunt. Apparently, they both had drunk a little too much last night, which was weird. It wasn't in Juvia's habits to go to a bar and drink, first of all because it wasn't her type, and second of all because she needed a lot of alcohol to actually feel the effects because of her magic. It also wasn't in Sting's habits to do that. Not to drink, he actually did that a lot, but to bring a stranger back home like that. Most people thought he was the kind of man to do that every night, especially because of the medias, but it didn't happen that often. Most women who approached him in bars were shallow and only knew him because of his guild, so most of the time he ended up pushing them away.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Sting suddenly threw the pillow away and sat up, looking directly at Juvia, which made her squirm uncomfortably. "Can we keep this secret? If my friends hear about this, they'll be pretty upset."

"Why is that?" Juvia asked, suddenly curious.

"I had promised I wouldn't screw up anymore."

After a few seconds of silence, Juvia slowly nodded, agreeing to stay quiet about this. She didn't really want to be his dirty little secret but she also knew it was in both of their interests to keep this night away from both the medias and their friends' ears. She didn't want anyone in her guild to learn about this. Not only Gray, but also Erza, Cana, and especially Gajeel. Gray probably wouldn't react, or at least wouldn't show any interest, but she knew he wouldn't like it and it'd break her heart for him to start to think less of her. Also, Erza would ask her too many details, Cana would be too happy and would probably raise her eyebrows in an inappropriate way, and finally Gajeel would probably take the first train to go beat Sting up. She didn't want any of this to happen and she was more than glad to know that Sting felt the same way.

Juvia was about to say it was probably for the best, when the door suddenly swung open, revealing a brunet she recognized as Sting's friend. "Hey, do you-" he said as he stepped into the room, before stopping dead in his track, his wide eyes glued the couple still in bed. Sting noticed the blanket was awfully low on his waist, and scrambled up, tugging the cover to drap it around his waist and forgetting about the other person occupying the bed.

"Sting, I, um..." Rogue stuttered, as Juvia just stared at him with wide eyes, completely unaware of the cover that had just been snatched away from her. "Could you please give her the blanket back?"

Juvia looked down at her body. A deafening scream echoed in the whole guild.

It was probably going to be a little hard to keep this a secret now.