Hello everyone...! I'm alive...yayyy! Anyway, so I'm so sorry for the so delayed update...actually I think I already mentioned it on my last chapter that I will b having my exams and stuffs...so yeah I was quite busy with it so after I finished my exam I got tired and way too lazy to even stand up and take my toothbrush on my own. So that laziness conquered and I thought that maybe I will abandon the story...but my big sister NeverInUrWildestDreams told me to get inspire and start writing...so I listened to her and tada! This is it. So guys forgive me for the delayed update, next chapter will b within two weeks. Thank you. Enjoy reading!
The thieves rode away in a convertible, the sunset streaking behind them, the jewels turned into money and the money tucked safely away in a bank account. The closing credits rolled, and Juvia leaned closer to whisper in his ear, her soft hair brushing his neck. "Juvia thinks that we need to stay for the credits."
His heart thumped a beat harder, and he couldn't deny that he was happy she'd insisted on proper movie etiquette herself. He didn't have to tell her he wanted to stay. She got it on her own.
"I always watch the credits even when I don't have a client involved," he said, staying put in the red upholstered chair because he didn't want to miss seeing the name of the executive producer scroll up the big screen. He'd wait all the way through to the final shot because that's what you did when you were in the biz. What happens before the credits brings butts to the seats, but what rolls on by after "The End" is why there's a movie in the first place. "But I do have a client in this film."
"Which one is Gray-sama's?" she whispered as other patrons stood, and picked up emptied popcorn tubs and cartons of Junior Mints.
He pointed to the first credit. "That's my guy."
"And Gray-sama took good care of him, Juvia trusts?"
He nodded. "Got him some very nice points on the back end."
She ran a finger down his arm, giving him an approving nod. "Impressive."
"I do what I can."
The names of the cast and crew, the key grip and the costumer streaked across the screen, and they watched them all. Soon, the movie reached its final frame, and silence filled the theater.
"What did you think of the movie? And don't tell me you liked it because I had a client work on it."
She rolled her eyes. "Juvia has no need to suck up to Gray-sama. He has been already putting out for me. But Juvia loved it. Especially because Gray-sama totally convinced at one point that they're there's no way they can walk out of the vault with all those jewels, but then it turns out there was a hidden wall," she said, her expression animated as she recounted the film.
He nodded enthusiastically. "That's exactly what I love about a good heist flick. The way the story makes you think one thing, and then all of a sudden," he said, twisting his hand to the side to demonstrate a U-turn, "You've gone the other direction."
"That's what a good story does, right? Surprises us. Challenges us."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sweeping of a broom. Gray glanced behind him. An usher was sweeping the floor of the theater. The usher dumped the contents of the dustpan into a trashcan and then left.
"I guess that's our cue to go." He stood up, holding Juvia's hand and they exited their row. "All alone in the movie theater," he mused as they made their way up the aisle. "The things we could do."
"Gray-sama never stops, does he?"
"Thinking of ways to seduce you?"
She nodded, tucking a strand of her sexy blue hair behind her ear.
"Never."
"Your efforts are very much appreciated, but you do know you have this one in the bag?"
He reached his hand around her waist, tugging her in close as they left the theater, the bright lights of the lobby making him blink. "You are not the type of woman I would ever take for granted," he said, whispering low in her ear, because the words were just for her. She shivered lightly against him, and he wrapped his arm tighter around her.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why is Juvia the type of woman Gray-sama wouldn't take for granted?"
He held open the door to the cinema, letting her walk onto the Fiore Street first, admiring the view of her legs. It was a Saturday afternoon, but she was wearing black stockings and her trenchcoat. Heels too. A young man in a slouchy sweatshirt stared at Juvia as he walked by, nearly tripping over his Converse sneakers as he craned his neck to gawk. Gray wasn't bothered. In fact, he was a proud mother f*cker to know the woman other men stared at was with him. "Because you wear stockings on a Saturday to the movies. Because you do it not just to turn me on but because you are intrinsically sexy. Because you have this gorgeous internal confidence that has nothing to do with what men think of you. Because you stayed in the theater to watch the credits. Because you get why crime flicks are a damn good way to pass two hours. Because as much as I want to spend the entire weekend in bed, I also want to get to know you. Because I like talking to you as much as I like touching you. Is that enough?"
She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, wrapped her arms around his neck, nodded her answer and planted a hard kiss on his lips. She tasted like junior Mints and bubblegum from the movies. "Mmm," he growled, as a gray-haired couple sidestepped them. They were in Fiore City, kissing on the street, doing exactly what new lovers should do in a weekend together.
"Yes, that's enough." She grabbed his hand and laced her slender fingers through his. "And Juvia thinks Gray-sama is a fabulous way to pass the time," she said, and he suspected that was as much as she'd admit when it came to that most dangerous territory of feelings. But he'd take it, he'd happily take it.
They resumed walking, a crisp April breeze blowing past them that smelled remarkably like rain as they neared Oak Street. The breeze billowed her coat momentarily, providing him with a full-on view of her long legs, and just the slightest peak of her panties as her skirt danced upwards too. "Because of that too," he added.
"Juvia arranged for that gust of wind. Juvia ordered it to arrive at this instant."
He laughed, then gestured to a sushi restaurant at the corner. "You hungry?"
She looked at her watch. "It's four in the afternoon."
"I know. But we skipped lunch when I needed to eat you instead, and I figured once we return to my place you're definitely going to be tied up."
"See, here's the thing," she said, holding up her hands, as if offering them for shackling. "Gray-sama has been promising Juvia these ropes, Gray-sama, and her wrists are still achingly empty."
He swatted her ass. "Get some food in you, woman, before I tie you up and tie you down."
Gray had been to this restaurant a few times, including once with his ex. She'd asked the sushi chef if she could lick the yellowtail. She wasn't drunk. His ex had never been a drinker. She'd been too in love with other substances instead, with little pills prescribed by doctors. "Little darlings for my headaches," she'd say when a migraine swooped down on her. But then the migraines, if she truly had them, became so crushing that she needed more and more and more.
She needed them all the time. Up her nose. Every few hours.
But the worst part? The way she lied. The times she denied. How she hid what she was up to.
That was the problem. That's also why Gray didn't want any drama with Juvia. He knew there were no guarantees in relationships, and certainly people had a way of making promises and breaking promises. Still, he was keen on this woman, he wanted to spend more time with her, and he wanted to be upfront about the past so they could have more of the present.
After they finished eating and left the restaurant, he cleared his throat. "So what's your story, Juvia? Got any any deep dark secrets I should know about?"
She started coughing, sputtering at the abruptness of his question.
"You okay?"
She nodded, but kept hacking as they passed an art gallery. "Just a tickle in Juvia's throat," she choked out.
"Let me go back and get you some water."
She held up her hand to say no, coughed once more. "Juvia's fine. But what kind of question is that?"
"An honest question. I'm just trying to get to know you," he said, his tone straightforward.
Then the sky broke. Out of nowhere it seemed, the clouds heaved up heavy droplets of water, pelting them from above.
"Holy Mavis, that's some rain," Juvia said, and grabbed at the collar of her coat, as if that would protect her from the water. A few feet away, a man hailed a cab, racing to get inside the vehicle. A family down the block ducked into a coffee shop, and a car squealed to a stop at the light.
"I'm not that far from here. Only three blocks. But do you want to go to the coffee shop?"
"No. Juvia wants to go to Gray-sama's place."
They picked up the pace, Juvia's heels clicking loudly against the wet sidewalk. "You okay in those shoes?"
"Totally fine," she said.
"There's a little souvenir shop on the corner. Let me get an umbrella for you."
She grabbed his arm, wrapped her hand around it and pushed him against the brick wall of a shoe store. "Don't even think for a second that Juvia can't handle a few drops of rain, Mister. Juvia is not some fragile flower."
He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Never said you were."
"Juvia likes the rain. And Juvia has always wanted to kiss in the rain," she said, gripping his shirt collar, and running her fingers along it. "Now give Juvia one of those fabulous Fiore kisses in the rain that make all the girls swoon."
"Gladly," he said and cupped her cheeks in his hands, held her gaze, then moved in for a kiss, sweeping his lips softly against her, slowly kissing her in the rain, drawing out decadent little sighs and murmurs from her mouth. The sky unleashed a firehose of water, and the rain become a goddamn downpour. Juvia quickly broke the kiss when air became an issue, and pointed to her hair, now plastered against her head. "Okay, time to run because that was romantic for about thirty seconds and now Juvia's just a drowned rat."
He laughed. "Somehow, you're still unbelievably sexy though," he said as he grabbed her hand.
They walked quickly, doing their best to dart and dodge passersby and sprayed-up puddles from cars. He kept his arm around her the whole way, and after another block, they were both soaked, but she couldn't deny that she liked being wet with him, even this kind of wet.
"My coat is useless," Juvia shouted against the pounding rain. The afternoon sky was slate gray and slamming buckets down upon them. His jeans stuck to his legs, and her stockings were waterlogged. Soon enough they reached his building and ran inside. He took a deep breath once the world turned dry again thanks to four walls and a roof.
"That's a hell of an angry sky," he said as they stepped inside the elevator.
"And there's nothing romantic about getting caught in the rain."
He laughed. "Turns out that's all just a lie of the movies." He looked her up and down, her hair clinging messily to her her neck, and her cheeks. Her mascara had started to run and a drop of water slipped down her face, to neck and hid something inside her cleavage. "I know what we need."
So this is it for now...and once again I'm really sorry for taking so long to update the chapter. Many many many thanks to the persons who encouraged my story, favorite, followed and reviewed...can't get enough of you all. Thank you and R&R.
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