L o v e
Under
T h e
Umbrella
Drabble One
Author's Note: So, someone outside the net pointed out to me that I should publish my one-shots in a single fanfic format, that way it would be more organized and easy to locate. Daaaww, I'm so stupid. I'm kind of a noob here in fanfiction. Haven't thought and acknowledged the idea till I've read Armageddon Angel's Gruvia Collection meself. (Anyway awesome work, mate.)
PS. He's right, of course. So here it is. Sorry for the lame title, 'Love Under the Umbrella'. I couldn't think of anything better. Lewls.
Summary: And then it hits him, they're practically kissing... but why should he pull away?
Disclaimer: I have no right to own Fairy Tail.
Gravity is a Bitch
by Mozzey
She crouches on all fours, not even caring if her clothes would get soiled. She just wants to take a peek at his lovely, sleeping form on top of the hill. Her big blue orbs scan him shyly behind the strands of grass, their sharp edges poking her nose.
He cracks an eye open—surely aware that he's being watched. Oh, sure thing, sure thing—he knows, of course, who it is.
"Are you going to come out or what?" He mutters, running a hand through his hair and suddenly rolling to a sitting position, propping his elbows on his knees. He inches his head in an odd angle and gazes at her obliviously.
"I told you not to sneak up on me like that."
Her brows perch up and she shyly stands from her hiding place, toying the furs of her dress nervously. "Oh, Juvia never meant to—of course, err. She would, umm, go now, then." Oh, the defeated look—Gray never meant for her to go away, though!
A pang of guilt fills his head. Surely she's not?
"I didn't—" Gray squeaks. "Come up here, will you?"
Her cheeks burn fiery red. "Ju-Juvia would love to, Gray-sama!"
And then her tiny feet shambles forward, her hands dusting off the soil that's penetrated her aqua blue dress.
Oh, she's trying ever so hard to look presentable, alright.
Her boots though—it never occurred to her pretty little head that her boots were not the sort of shoes you'd use in climbing a steep hill, or in climbinganything at all.
She's so very awesome to manage ten steps without slipping, or tripping, or bruising herself—in fact she's still very graceful.
Two more steps, Juvia!
Everything would be oh so perfect and successful if it were not for a small pebble lying innocently on the murky ground, about a few inches away from Gray.
"Kyaaaa!" She screams as she lurches downward, the pebble stuck between her heel and the ground. Milliseconds before the fall, her smartness got the better of her— she could turn into water, you know...
Oh, but Juvia will get Gray-sama wet!
And fall she does.
Her body slams on something soft and warm, oh, and Gray out of all these time was practically throwing himself as some kind of a trampoline so she wouldn't hit her pretty little head.
His butt feels sore.
He's so very sure, though, that he didn't trip nor fell faceflat on the ground. But his mouth feels something soft...
He hears her moan.
Oh, the soft, red, mushy thing.
And then it hits him like a brick— they're practically making out.
But why should he pull away?