title: drive

summary: gray teaches erza how to drive.


He was a dead man. He was sure of it. He could see his life flashing before his eyes as she flies past another red light.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a maniac behind the wheel?"

"No, and I don't appreciate that coming from you!"

Gray hung on for dear life, his hands clinging onto any part of the vehicle he could reach. Erza's were glued to the steering wheel, her eyes not leaving the road for one second. Well, at least she followed that rule, right?

Gray hit his head against the window for the nth time. He rubbed his already aching head and glared at the redhead beside him, who was still fixated on the road.

"I can feel you judging me and I want you to stop!"

"Who, me? The person who's supposed to be teaching you how to drive?"

"It's clear that I'm perfectly capable!"

"Yeah, capable of getting us killed!"

"Shut up, Fullbuster. You're the one who agreed to this!"

Gray took a deep breath, and barely succeeded in doing so, considering Erza's driving resembled a roller coaster ride. He tried to remember what went on in his head that made him agree to this.

"Gray."

Natsu and Gray immediately threw their arms around each other's shoulders in their oh-so-friendly-hug just as both of them heard Erza's voice.

"Oh look, aren't we having fun, Natsu?" Gray said.

"Oh yes, so much fun!"

Erza, unimpressed (although to be honest, she didn't really care anymore), called Gray once more.

Gray paled. Natsu nudged Gray, and whispered, "The Great Beast is calling, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Gray!" and then in a softer voice, she said, "I have a proposition for you."

He wondered how a piece of cheesecake in exchange for driving lessons was enough, and then he remembered how Erza never - ever - shared her cheesecake. So it is suffice to say that the agreement was made due to him being intrigued, and for other reasons he would rather not share.

And the price he had to pay was the feeling of his heart beating so hard, it might have burst out of his chest. It was all because of her driving, of course.

After abruptly stomping down on the break, the gas, and the break again, the car was slowly gliding smoother with every attempt, but not enough for it to be considered safe.

"Next time, I'm not letting you get your hands on that steering wheel again."

Erza's shoulders slumped, her head slightly tilted backwards as she asked, "So I assume next time, you'll see our roles reversed?"

"Yeah, I'll pick you up later at seven, maybe?"

Her face was streaked with sweat, her eyebrows in a focused frown, and her eyes were as sharp as every turn she took. But all of that disappeared as she smirked at him.

"Took you long enough."