AN: For whatever reason...I felt the desire to write. This is, as with all my other stories, based on real life experiences (why these two have become my proxy for my relationship, I don't know!). Enjoy this 700-word quick piece!

*This was written a while ago, I'm just posting it now.

"Wait!"

Minerva regretted it as soon as she said it. She shut her eyes tight, struggling to catch her breath from the intense and (for the most part) accidental make out session they had engaged in. It had escalated quickly from fondeling to second base…or was this third?

She cursed under her breath, laying her head back as she swallowed hard. She held tight to Gajeel's wrist, stopping his ministrations between her thighs.

She really hated herself for this.

Gajeel rested his head against her soft middle, sighing heavily in defeat, breath still caught in his chest. His fingers slipped out of her wet and slick, and he couldn't help but feel oddly proud that he had managed to stop without breaking down in frustrated tears—it had been so damn long.

They laid there quiet, listening to the sounds of the other's strained breaths.

"We…we shouldn't," Minerva cringed.

What the fuck was she saying?

She knew damn well she had been hoping he wouldn't listen to her and they'd keep this break in resolve going until both of them were slick with sweat and completely satiated.

She kicked herself mentally before speaking again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"—Nah," Gajeel interjected. "It's fine. I'm sorry too. We shouldn't have—I shouldn't have…"

They stayed in silence for a moment, weighed down by their mutual sexual frustration.

They had (stupidly. Foolishly.) made a bet to see how long they could abstain from any sexual activity before the wedding—the loser, or the person who fully broke first, was obligated to do anything the winner requested for the duration of their honeymoon. It usually started out by accident, or an attempt to get a bit of physical satisfaction with no feasible plan of how to slow things down before they got out of hand. Three days ago they nearly threw away two months of abstinence when Gajeel caught a glimpse of her passing through the steam from her evening shower; another time Minerva jeopardized their commitment when she instinctually ran her hand up his inner thigh during a movie. This time, however, they had both slipped but it was becoming increasingly clear that denying their desire—and quite frankly, out right desperation—to be naked around the other was getting more difficult with each passing day.

This isn't fucking sustainable.

"I.." Minerva began, completely at a loss for words. She was certain she'd die from the overbearing sexual frustration before she ever had a chance to walk down the aisle. "I don't know what to say." She admitted flatly, still internally screaming at herself for cock blocking.

"I'm going to shower," Gajeel conceded as he rose off of her. Looking down at the way she was laying on the bed, half naked was a mistake. He turned his head and cleared his throat, "…I'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight…"

"Wait, really?" She pouted. "It's ok, we can sleep head to toe or something!"

He snorted with a laughed before crawling off the bed. "Nah, that's not gonna work."

"Gees. You're making me feel like a virgin." She quipped playfully, though the mirth was stripped away when a shiver ran through her as soon as she saw the absolute hungry way he looked her up and down.

Fuck me now, you idiot.

"If we want to do this stupid fucking waiting game, it's in our best interest I'm on the couch tonight." He grumbled, heading to the bathroom.

Minerva laid back in bed, groaning miserably, when he closed the door to the bathroom. She had a slight headache and her abs hurt—usual signs that she was denying herself sweet release. Her heart still hadn't slowed down and descended back into her ribcage. All she could think about was hopping up, joining him in that shower, and sucking the soul from his body…

…Her competitiveness (or absolute need for self-sabotage and destruction, she wasn't quite sure) wouldn't allow her to.

She kicked her feet, and pounded her fists into the soft sheets before she crawled under the covers (mildly embarrassed by the tantrum), turned on her side, and fell asleep.

Five more miserable fucking months of this bullshit.

AN: Pray for them, because those 5 months hurt. Good luck you two! Leave a review if you want! I just realized you can reply to reviews in the reviews and not as DMs...there's that.