Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.

She marries the man of her dreams, their love burning bright. With an ocean of passion, they come together, the delicious heat curling her toes.

He sits across from her during breakfast, his newspaper obscuring him completely. "Pass the salt?"

She smiles, leaning forward as though it would close the canyon. "Of course."

Silence descends.

AN: *showman voice* time to play GUESS! THAT! PAIRING!