Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Rating: T for Terrible Language.
Chapter Title: Royal Flush
Summary: "Kiss me." He said, cheeks burning red, "If I win, kiss me."
Word Count: 1,067
A/N: So I took prompts on tumblr. This is a mix of "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while…", and "Kiss me."
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Royal Flush
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"God—dammit!" Juvia bellowed, slamming her fists against the heavy wooden door that remained, to her utmost dismay, very much closed.
"Don't be like that, Juvia-chan!" A preoccupied Gray said, his brows furrowing with concern.
She turned fiercely to scowl at him. "Don't be—? Are you fucking serious? Do you realized we're trapped in here for God-knows-how-long!?" Bedazzled, he lost himself in the fire within her eyes. Damn, she looked really really pretty when she was mad. Like an angel of death who came upon him to kick him in the balls and rip his guts apart in a gust of innards and shimmering blood.
Ah, yes. She was so hauntingly charming.
"Yeah," he said, failing miserably in his attempt hide his enthusiasm, "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while…"
She rolled her eyes, fists clenched tightly on her sides to prevent herself from punching his face —the very last thing she needed now was to deal with a broken nose, and frankly speaking, whining Surge was far more annoying than clingy Surge.
"Good observation, genius." She said wryly.
"Uh… Thanks?"
She shook her head disapprovingly as she turned away from him and walked into the guild's cellar, muttering something unintelligible about idiots.
"Ah… well, at least there's beer." She said triumphantly, snatching a pack out of the refrigerator. "Oh, and poker. Sweet. I won't have to listen to your non-stop blabbering all night. We can play instead."
"Who, me? You wanna play withme, Juvia-chan?" He asked eagerly.
"No. Not you, moron." She deadpanned, "I'm talking to the green hippo with purple straps across the street. Who the fuck else?"
He laughed apologetically, and she had to gather all her willpower not to make him eat the deck of cards.
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One hour later, he owed her 50,000 jewels, his full collection of CDs and a year subscription to her favorite magazine. She sat comfortably in the nest of coats she won from him, a discarded shirt to her left and pair of pants thrown carelessly behind her back. He's down to his underwear, his checkered scarf wrapped around his shoulders in a pitiful attempt to keep himself warm.
"Full house of Aces." She announced, displaying her last hand of cards.
"You gotta be— Seriously!?" He groaned.
"And what do I win this time?" Omitting his protest, she curled one finger on her chin, a thoughtful expression in her eyes, "Well, there's nothing really left that I could take, except for—"
"Please don't—"
"—Your scarf." She grinned victoriously, "It's mine now, hand it over."
"But Juvia-chan!" He protested, cheeks puffing into a pout, "I'll freeze to death."
"You'd rather I take your boxers?" She asked with a blank expression.
His face blushed ten shades of scarlet at the mere thought of being stark naked in front of her, "No!"
She gestured an open palm to him, and he sighed with resignation as he unwind the fabric from his neck and handed it over to her —together with his last strand of dignity.
With a wicked smile on her lips, she wrapped the scarf over her shoulders, fingers digging into the soft fabric to pull it over her nose. Damn. He smelled nice.
"It's cold." He whined, hands rubbing over his shivering arms.
And maybe she would have taken pity on him, but she had to admit that almost-naked Gray offered quite a nice view —one she didn't mind lingering her eyes on a little longer, even if it was only between furtive looks.
"Quit being obnoxious."
"I have nothing else to lose, Juvia-chan." He said lamely as he washed the cards and dealt them.
"Oh, I'm sure you do." She flippantly said, humming to herself cheerfully as she picked her cards one by one and placed them in order.
He frowned at his hand, a thoughtful expression on his eyes. "Hmm… Juvia-chan?"
"Spill."
"I want to go big on this one."
"Oh?" She smiled, peering at him mischievously through her fan of cards. "I thought you said you've got nothing else to lose."
"Well, yeah… maybe I do. I've got my car—"
"Are you serious?" She asked incredulously, "You are going to bet your car? With your shitty luck? Have you lost your mind too?"
"Are you in or out?" He pushed.
"Pshh… Alright. And I suppose you want to bet for everything you lost."
"That, and a kiss."
"What?"
"Kiss me." He said, cheeks burning red, "If I win, kiss me."
She squinted at him, "Are you seriously betting your car for a bunch of coats and a kiss?"
He nodded solemnly. "Yes or no, Juvia-chan?"
Dumbfounded, she blinked at him. "Uh… Okay, then."
He flashed her a dorky smile, and she couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt in her gut. That poor fool, he was going to lose so very miserably.
But it was his choice, right? He just willingly dug this hole to bury himself into, and it wasn't her fault if he—
"Straight flush." He announced proudly, displaying his last hand on the floor. "What have you got?"
Huh, so he did have a nice hand. Such a shame, though.
She clutched the cards on her hand, eyes flickering between the King of Clubs and his expectant expression.
This fool. Oh, this damn fool —He'll be the death of her.
"Well, shit." She said awkwardly and placed her cards facing down the floor, "I lost."
He seemed ecstatic at her declaration, "R-Really!? But what have you got, Juvia-chan?"
"Flush of Clubs." She said dismissively. "A shitty hand."
"Oh, I'd like to see—" He reached out for her cards, but she slammed her hand over them.
"H-Hey!" She snapped, trying to catch his attention, "Don't I owe you a kiss or something?"
"Ah, y—?"
Before he could say anything else, she was launching herself towards his arms, lips locked into his in a heated kiss that sent blood rushing through his veins. He cupped her face with tentative hands and brought her closer, arms circling her waist as he deepened the kiss until her lips were swollen from friction.
When they parted, chests heaving and flushed cheeks, he was too dumbfounded to formulate a coherent thought.
"The… um… cards are crumbled." He said lamely.
She pressed her index against his lips, smiling softly, "I can think of a better way to kill time."
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A/N: Hmm... some clarifications; These are unrelated drabbles happening in different verses, they do not follow the same storyline. I will post everything that's under 1,200 words here. Everything over that word count will be posted as a standalone fic.
Also, hehe... I know there's always someone who doesn't get it... she did lose on purpose, okay? if you must know, she had a royal flush of clubs, if the title isn't hint enough.
And here is where you play nice and leave me review :)
