He looked at her in a shock.
She stood in the middle of his kitchen, drenched from head to toe and had the strangest look on her face. He saw determination in her eyes, but did not know what it ment.
And then he caught himself staring at her body, how the wet clothes copied the rain woman´s curves and how the rusty water dripped down from her hair on the floor.
„Enough!"
he heard his own voice in his head and as it interrupted the silent moment, he finally realized he had to do soething.
„Gotta get ya cowered." He brought himself to say.
But he had not enough strenght to turn away from the sight he had right now and so he just moved forward to grab the table cloth and approached her with it, not looking her in the eyes, as he knew he could not bare it right now.
But as he moved his hands near her, wanting to wrap the table cloth around her shoulders, it was her who made those final little steps and got close to him. She hugged him so softly, put her arms around his chest as he cowered her into the dry cloth.
he felt her wet body pressing agains his, how she breathed and hugged him tighter.
Well, yeah, hell, NOW he was iron-hard.
And he really had no idea what the water mage was expecting him to do. He wished to grab her and have his way with her on that table of his, but he could not even hug her propperly, as he was not even able to move.
He looked down on her.
How she was pressed against him, her head and wet hair was clinging to his shoulder.
„J…Juvia."
he heard his own awkward voice and had no idea where with actually going with this.
„Juvia likes being wet…"
he heard her voice and somehow, those words sounded absolutely dirty in his head.
„Well, yeah, iron mages ain´t that fond of water, ya know?"
he tried to get the talk to a subject, that would not make him so excited.
„Juvia knows…but Juvia wants THIS iron mage to be wet with her."
now THAT sounded even worse!
And she even looked up to him, with her blue eyes and that innocent look of her´s even though he knew she was no vulnerable girl, now she looked like a perfect dream of every man.
„Juvia." He layed his hands on her shoulders.
„I ain´t Grey."
She pushed him off.
„Juvia does not think that!" she shouted and Gajeel has never seen her blush so much.
„Juvia knows who she is with! Juvia is not stupid!"
„I didn´t…" he wanted to defend himself, but she would not let him.
„Juvia does not care about Grey anymore!" she shouted. „Juvia likes Gajeel-kun!"
she confessedright where she stood and it seemed it surprised even herself, as she looked quite scared all of a sudden.
He came closer to her, small and slow steps, as she watched him, now aware that either he could accept or decline, like all the other guys did.
But instead of saying something, she simply felt his strong hands grab her shoulders and as he bowed down to her, he kissed her in the most soft way he could.

He woke up and saw the train´s smoke through the window above his head and as he rolled up to his side, he saw the rain woman lying in his bed, having only the sheets as a cower.
It felt like a dream.
Him, kissing her with all the lust he had for her. Her lips, her neck, her chest.
And the sweet moans she gave out when he got to her breasts.
He played with her and he could swear it has never been so amusing to be with a woman.
Not only did she not object to anything he did, but her moans and even the naughty looks on her pale face encouradged him to do more.
And as she reached her third climax, she breathed so heavily he had to give her break for a while. And as for how funny it sounded in his head now, he truly could say that she was dripping wet and he was iron-hard before they got to the thing at hand and he finally put it in her.
He did not remember how long he has not been with a woman, but it seemed like this was the best one he ever was with.
He did her on the table, like he wanted and she had nothing against going rough.
Well yeah, he remembered like she wanted Grey to „punish" her once.
Now he could do it for him and as far as he could remember, he did that like four times yesterday.
Well, now that exact woman, the blue-haired water mage was lying there.
He played with the idea of waking her in his head, but then he decided he should let her rest…for now.
He got into pants and went to the kitchen to have some breakfast.
No need to wear more clothes then that, since…
Wait, since what? They weren´t exactly dating now, or were they?
It actually never ment that when he slept with a girl he would be dating her the other day…but no girl ever confessed to him before.
But what if someone asks…
What if they ask what? „Hey Gajeel, how are you doing, and did you by any chance bone Juvia last night?" yeah...sure… He shook his head.
He WILL NOT think about these things.
Well, if she wants to have something, she´ll have to say so.
And so he sat down with some tea. He stared grumpily into the wall, when he noticed he had his hands on the table and somehow, that made him grin.

The day was still young when Gajeel finally got to the guild´s hall. Everything was as usual, well, Salamander was back from a job with the idiotic ice-mage and Erza Scarlet.
His Exceed Cat was talking at a table with PantherLily.
He went to one of the tables and winked to Mirajane to bring him something to drink.
It seemed that the returned roup was celebrating their victory over an enemy, as they truly were in a good mood. But he was sure they would do that, there weren´t much jobs, that the Salamander group wouldn´t handel, though he had his doubts about the blound mage with keys.
Before he could think about some more things, Mirajane approached him with her usual smile.
„One beer with iron." Sounded the melodic voice of the white-haired mage.
He nodded to thank her and expected her to leave, but she sat next to him instead.
„Seems like everything is back to normal again."
she sighted happily, while watching the happy croud. But Gajeel knew better than to think she just came to talk about such things.
„What up?" he turned to her with a tone that suggestedshe should rush her monologue forward.
„Oh, I was just thinking. Maybe you should talk to some people, we´ve been all concerned. Some more than others…"
He did not like her smile.
„Who might that be now?" he lifted the beer and drank some of it.
„A certain blue-haired mage…"
Gajeel spat what was in his mouth across the table, choking on the beverage in surprise.
Was she talking about him and Juvia? How the hell did she know that?
As soon as he cought his breath he gave her a suspicious look.
„How would ya know?"
„Oh…" she smiled „…I just know these things, and let me tell you, she´s really cute, you should get her before others do."
Well, yeah, he already got her.
„None of your business." He remarked, trying to look as much unshaked as he could.
„Oh it is, Levy is such a sweet girl, she deserves to be noticed by someone she likes…"
„Wait, what?"
He turned to her even more confused than before.
„Levy, she likes you. Don´t say you didn´t notice. You´ve been so nice to her all this time too."
Oh, yeah, now he knew.
THAT blue-haired girl, the one with the books. Yeah, he was nice to her on one or two occasions, but that was mostly because he beat her and her friends up when he was still in Phantom Lord.
He struggeled to give the young woman an answer and so he just drank from his beer again, well, of what was left in it anyway.
„You even helped her with the S-class tests."
Oh hell yeah he did, it was a chance to beat up Salamander, even though it ended in a lot different way.
„She already got a boyfriend, hell, she´s got two of that stuff, I ain´t gonna get between the three of them, not my business, ya know…"
he finally began to mutter something.
As long as she was not talking about the rain woman.

As the celebration was getting bigger and louder and as Mirajane was just giving up on the love-hopeless iron mage, the door opened for a new duo to enter the hall.
And they sure did not do it quietly.
„Juvia said before not to call her CHAN."
explained the nervous water mage as she was trying to get away from her follower.
But Lyon wouldn´t give up so easily.
„That means…I can adress you casualy?!"
He almost cried in a kind of a romantic light that was coming of him, as Juvia used the situation to slip away from him and proceeded to go to the bar.

„Oh, Juvia…" Mirajane finally left the iron dragon alone at the table and moved back to the bar.
Not that he would mind her shutting up, but she could just stay there and make Juvia Juvia come to them…But then He would follow.
And he looked to the door, where the white-haired mage now stood confused as where his love has gone.
„Serves him right, if he ain´t watching his prey."
he muttered silently, admiering what was left of the beer in his cup.
„Gajeel-kun"
he heard a soft voice while someone joined him by the table.
„J…Juvia…"
he was unable to say anything more and just watched the blue-haired mage sit down.
She wore a bright white-blue dress with her hair pinned up.
„Juvia woke up late."
she stated simply, as if she slept at her own place in the Fairy Hills.
„Good for ya."
came the answer, as Gajeel was still halfly watching Lyon running around the place searching for her.
„Juvia was SO tired last night, maybe that´s why she slept for so long…"
Well now she had his attention.
„Tired ya say…"
he drank the rest of the beer and holded it up above his head, so Mirajane could bring him another round.
„How did Gajeel-kun sleep last night?"
she smiled
„I slept…well"
came the answer as he finally looked her in the eyes.
„That´s nice." She said and turned back to watch the group just as the two ice-mages met and began aguing again.
It was Mirajane who interrupted the silent pause, as she handed Gajeel his drink.
„Oh, Juvia, talk to Gajeel."
And there she went again….
„I told him Levy liked him and he looks like he doesn´t care."
„What should Juvia do?"
sounded the mage confused
„Make him go out with her!" she laughed and winked at her. Then she just turned and left them alone again.
„Levy likes Gajeel-kun…" the water mage repeated.
„What ever."
The iron dragon did not want to talk about this, even less with her than with that fucking demon Mirajane. Why the hell did she even have to start about it? It was awkward from the moment Jvia joined him, but now it was just unspeakable.
And then it suddenly changed.
He felt a slight movement under the table and when it stopped, the hand of the blue-haired mage was on hid thigh.
Now that made him curious. But he did not do more than just give her a brief look.
Wait…was that…a grin? No…that could not be…
But the mage truly did not leave it just by laying her hand there. She just came to move it slowly up.
Was she…does she want?
Well, if she doesn´t, he will want to in a few seconds.
And as much as he liked the idea he just caught himself to grab her hand right before she went any further.
Juvia seemed surprised, she looked sraight forward into the croud and held her eyes there, probably not realizing how unnatural it seemed.
„Ya jealous?"
he grinned at once, squeezing her hand just a little.
There was no answer needed, as her pale face soon turned red.
„Well, my arm seem to be hurtin´…"
he began finally letting her go and looking at the palm of his head.
„...might as well go to the infirmary for a check-up"
he left the beer where it was.
And went up the stairs to the first floor of the guild. They cancelled the check-ups a long time ago, noone was coming back for them ayway. No doctors to do them too.
And as he spend there quite a lot of time a while ago, he knew there would be noone else lying there now.

A while later, Lyon found an abandoned table with two cups, but noone around.
„Juviaaa…"
he called out, before he got into a fight with Gray again.