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Natsu couldn't remember the last time Juvia had been this drunk.

He knew she couldn't really hold her alcohol but this was ridiculous.

She had, for some fucking reason, decided to challenge Cana to a drink off. Okay okay, so he'd been telling her off for drinking, and she got mad at him, and he might've compared her to Cana, and now he had to drag her to their apartment because she couldn't even walk.

He'd never been more thankful that Juvia didn't wear heels.

He opened the door to their place, dumping her on the couch. "Hey, Natsu?" she panted.

"I'm here, I'm just getting you some water, or you'll wake up with a massive hangover tomorrow."

He could hear her panting from the livingroom. "Natsu~!"

"What? I'm coming!" he laughed.

"Natsu!"

He almost dropped the glass; he would've but she'd have gotten mad in the morning.

Juvia was laying on the couch, hand on her now exposed breast and the other between her legs.

He felt his face set on fire, his throat suddenly dry and his pants too tight. "Juves, what are you-!"

She threw herself at him, grabbing his hand and placing it inside her dripping panties. "Natsu! Natsu!" she moaned into his ear. "Juvia feels hot~! She needs you!"

He started to move his fingers, his other hand on her ass as she wrapped her arms around him in a hungry kiss.

She tasted like alcohol.

They stumbled into their room, but once there, he'd lost all motivation. It's not that he wasn't hard as hell, or that the moaning girl beneath him didn't make him want to fuck her against the wall.

He was totally going to do that.

Just not tonight.

He pulled his hand away from her, undressing her to her panties, but then redressing her with her pjs.

"No!" she wined. "Ju-Juvia wants Natsu to-"

"But you're drunk." He said as her braided her hair; Wendy had taught him how. "And drunkened consent is not the same as sober consent; even if we are in a relationship."

She huffed, turning away from him. "Juvia wanted to have fun."

"And we will!" he shouted after her as he returned to the living room for the forgotten glass. "Just not right now."

She pouted at him, but took the glass anyways. She finished it, wiped her mouth and plopped into bed, trying to get as far away from him as she could.

He laughed.

"You don't think Juvia's hot enough to have sex with."

"I do." He kissed her cheek, wrapping his arms around her hips. "I just want Juvia's sober consent before we do."

She was quiet for a bit, before turning and placing her head on his chest. "Okay. Juvia can wait."

"Goodnight, Juvia." He kissed the top of her head.

"Goodnight."


Hahaha I just spent ten minutes crying over Lin Manuel Miranda :-)

Xoxo, Baker