A/N: I was re-watching a few FT episodes the other day, and I came across episode 4 where Gray gets his fortune told briefly, saying he will have problems with water and women in the future. XD (So this is where this comes from) Crackish. Swearing and Juvia asking for sex.
When Gray dreams, he dreams of magical flying ponies, beating Natsu with sufficient ease, and perchance even performing the impossible: flawlessly annihilating Erza.
Well, they call them dreams for a reason.
So when he aimlessly took his leave from Fairy Tail that night, he wasn't expecting to be woken up by a pathetic, yet scary nightmare.
This said one included a strange fortune teller predicting a meeting between him and a water woman. Which also accommodates several problems and occurrences, but he decides to leave that out.
He wakes up genuinely hot, and then he goes sort of rigid. "Shit."
And he's sweating intensely, which is kind of grossly cute because his hair is matted to his forehead, and he still looks unusually gorgeous.
"It's fucking Juvia!"
And then he does conclude that certain dream counts as being scary, cause hell, Juvia is creepy, Gray notes. But creepy in a sense where she is also adorable.
Almost in synchronising timing, Juvia is abrupt to bang her head from underneath Gray. Gray slightly winces at the noise, before realising she's occupying herself underneath his bed.
"Juvia?" He says, taken by surprise. And still unsure of how she got into his apartment.
She rubs her head efficiently, while displaying an aura of pure, angelic innocence. "Gray-sama?"
Gray stays silent, and decides to question her in the morning, for right now he's undoubtedly knackered, and he surely doesn't mind if she stays put under his bed. Maybe.
She scrambles out, though. And gently, yet invitingly props herself up onto his bed.
He then concludes that fate doesn't need to be intervened with. It wasn't so bad with her fawning over him, right?
"We're in bed together." She notes, crawling closer to him, eyes sparkling deviously.
Gray moans, etching back a little and thrusting his arms to ward off her. "No, no, no."
She curls a small amount of hair around her fingers. "Does this mean we should have sex?"
And then he splutters a little, before choking violently on his own spit.