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I feel a new AU fic coming...
88. "Don't panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married..."
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Requested by: Anonymous
Rating: M for sensitive language and content
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Juvia woke up utterly confused. She didn't understand her body. The headache was so severe she thought she got hit by Thor's hammer. Maybe, she did get hit by Thor's magical hammer. She had no memory of what happened the night before. If Juvia tried to remember, her head felt like an egg about to crack open. With the pain she was suffering, Juvia preferred that too and wished that her head would just split into two.
Oh, the throbbing was killing her.
Her mouth tasted weird too. It was as if she boiled some dirty socks unwashed for almost a month of use and sipped the dirty sock soup. Juvia forced her eyes to open. Apparently, she could still do that at least. A low groan forced itself out of her mouth when she tried – and failed – to prop her elbows and help herself up. Juvia expelled a frustrated breath and decided it would be better if she turned to her side instead. But that caused somewhere else to throb.
Weird.
The heavy drapes were drawn across what she remembered to be a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the iconic Caesars Palace fountains. Good, she was still in her suite. Juvia hoped she didn't do anything weird or funny last night.
Fragments of last night flashed before her eyes. She saw a picture of a strange woman dancing atop a pool table waving some replica of Thor's hammer. Looking closely into the memory, Juvia realized the stranger looked exactly like her, except that the dancing woman's clothes were kind of disheveled. The resemblance was uncanny. Maybe, because the wild woman dancing atop one of the pool tables was her – Juvia Lockser.
Hands flew to cover her mouth. It definitely was her! And suddenly she remembered taking her top off too, in front of so many people. Did she sign up as a stripper or something? Juvia prayed it was just her brain toying with her to teach her a lesson.
This isn't you, Juvia Lockser.
She could hear a voice at the back of her mind reprimanding her.
You are not some kind of a lose woman.
And now she was talking to her own brain but she, the brain, was right. Juvia was a far cry from that shameless woman waving her lace bra like a flag. She got her shit together, stripper Juvia obviously did not. But between the two of them, stripper Juvia seemed happier – real Juvia wasn't.
The taste of acid began in the pit of her stomach. The harsh reality was reminding her why she decided to fly off to Las Vegas and leave everything and everyone behind.
Bora. That son of a bitch.
But she wasn't going to think about that jerk. She was in Las freaking Vegas and she seemed to have enjoyed herself last night. It was the only explanation why it felt like her body was thrown around the room. Another head-cracking throb hit her head. She decided to sleep it off. Thinking and remembering wouldn't do her any good. If she didn't force herself, Juvia knew she was going to remember the entirety of the night. She just wasn't sure if she wanted to face that reality. So, Juvia lied back to bed, only to sit right back up when she felt some movement beside her.
The horror of the possibility rounded her blue eyes. She slowly turned to her side where she felt the continuous stirring. Juvia shuddered the moment it registered to her what – or who – made the stirring: a man. A warm flesh of a man was sleeping beside Juvia and he had his bare back on her.
Juvia became suddenly aware of that other part of her body where the throbbing was coming from. Somewhere down south. Juvia expelled a scandalized shriek.
"Hey, can you quiet down a little?"
The mystery man turned to her and Juvia didn't care how good-looking he was. She didn't care how chiseled his features were. That light stubble under his chin. That jaw that every male model would die for. That red swollen lips that was just begging to be worshiped. And that black bed hair. Oh god.
And she didn't absolutely care that the white sheet fell down his lower abdomen, exposing some tanned skin and that good ol' happy trail. She shook her head to get rid of the tempting thoughts. There was a more urgent issue on hand.
Like…
"Who the hell are you?!"
With her tone, it sounded more like a sentence rather than a question.
One corner of the stranger's beautiful, beautiful mouth pulled up in a smug.
"Hey, don't tell me you already forgot." The stranger leaned closer, invading her space more than what she would allow a stranger. His dark blue eyes bored through her – teasing and taunting, filled with heat that was turning the pain in her core into something else. Something tingly. "You kept screaming it the whole night." Then he continued, mimicking how she 'screamed' his name. "Ooh, Gray. Mm. That's it Gray. Yes, Gray, there. Don't stop, Gray. Oh G–"
Before this 'Gray' could get to that part which Juvia now vividly remembered, the mortified bluenette let out another ear-splitting scream. Not the kind of screaming the stranger was talking about. This wasn't music to the ears.
"For such a small woman, you have a lot of that going on, don't you?"
The glint in his eyes told Juvia that Gray was the kind of man whom no one ever said no to, who always got his way: proud and confident. Those kind of men scared Juvia. She slowly moved away, wanting to put safe distance between her and the stranger. Juvia was so occupied at wanting to get away from the raven-haired stranger that she didn't notice that she was already backing away at the very edge of the bed.
"Hey!"
For a man with an ugly hangover, Gray's reflexes were like that of an athlete. He pulled Juvia at the very last minute before the woman fell off the bed.
Juvia wasn't sure if she should be thankful because apparently she was bare naked under those sheets and so was Gray. And she found her very naked breasts slapped against his hard chest. The heat that she was fighting exploded at the contact.
So, she did the most logical thing to do and pushed poor Gray stumbling off the bed.
"Aw!" he cried. A shock of black hair popped out of the edge of the mattress. "Woman! You are very violent." Gray nursed the back of his head that earlier made contact on the carpeted floor. But the wince was quickly replaced by a lopsided smile. "I like it."
"Get out!"
Juvia jumped off the bed, ignoring her body screaming pain, and backed away from the stranger as far as possible. She only stopped when the back of her thighs hit the bedside table. She tightened her hold on the white sheet wrapped around her body.
"Hey, you're the one who invited me up here."
Juvia grabbed the lamp and threatened Gray with it.
"Geez, you react like this now. Wait 'til you remember every detail." he said, raising one teasing brow.
There seemed to be a very dark and exhilarating story behind his grin. But that wasn't the most exciting part of Gray because when he stood to his full height, Juvia's eyes drifted down that part she shouldn't be looking at, that part that made her heart tremble. Juvia immediately tore her scandalized eyes away from that part, but not without a second glance.
He was still hard.
She threw the pillow at him which he easily caught. Next was the lamp, which Gray luckily dodged. Then, everything that Juvia's free hand could grab.
Gray stepped back, shouting at the crazy woman who was throwing things at him. He raised his hand to try to stop the woman and talk some sense into her. Until, a slim light hit the gold band around one of his fingers.
"Woman, wait!"
Juvia was trying to haul the bedside table, giving him some time to tell her off.
"Don't panic… but I think we might have accidentally gotten married."
Gray raised and showed his ring finger wrapped with the gold band. Suddenly, Juvia felt something cold on her finger. She checked her hand, praying to the gods of Las Vegas and that Elvis impersonator she saw in her memory that Gray was wrong.
He wasn't.
The band on her ring finger was very and awfully identical with Gray's.
"I. WILL. KILL. YOU."
You know that thing that people say explains how a thin, scrawny person could carry a refrigerator double his size during a fire? Gray could only guess but those people were right. It was the only explanation as to why there was a shattered furniture next to him which came from the slender woman at the opposite end of the room.
Gray was realizing it only now but his new wife was a very violent person. He should tell his assistant to get him some life insurance.
Writer's Corner: Hello guys! I'm stuck with SIYC so I finished this prompt request sitting on my dash for years. Bunhead and Hoopster can rest for a while. I'll try to finish the requests. I saw one or two here at ffnet so I'll place it in my WIP. What do you say about Gray and Juvia accidentally getting married?
Don't break my heart and drop some love, alright? #GRUVIAFOREVER