Note:

Flashbacks and thoughts in italics

Thoughts in the flashbacks are in plain text

I do not condone or encourage any behaviors in this story. It is simply a fictional story.


"Butterfly Effect"


CHAPTER 8

Carmine Desire, Crimson Love


Her digits ached to map the defined contours of his high cheekbones and the stubble lining his V-shaped jawline. Gods. There were quite some wizards in Fairy Tail possessing that sculpted, work-of-art physique about which the media gushed, who were—without a second glance—evidently hot, the existence of which she had seen and was aware of. It amazed her and Juvia asked herself: why; if her eyes weren't sharp enough to not ever notice it before that Loke Regulus was the definition of ripped? Maybe, warm colors didn't interest her until now. Not that she is kind enough to recite her thoughts to him, and give away herself like that. Not at all. But aesthetics are destined to be observed, appreciated, and enjoyed.

The tip of his index finger trailed down the dip of her backline to stop at the sash that held up her navy wrap-around skirt, the maxi underneath which her delicious legs hid. He brushed aside a couple of blue strands that fell over her right cheek and gave her a smacker on the collarbone. Why must she deny when nature itself presented her with pleasure? What is there very much to deny?

Tugging at the knot, Loke glanced at her eyes. One look had him sink to the fathoms deep of the ocean. Unintendedly or not, he smiled.

Nonetheless, the blue ink was a hue that reminded him of epistles and quills and late-night letters in some anecdotes, nowadays alien and antique. He bit his lower lip, pulling the sash off abruptly, forcing her to clutch onto his shoulders for balance. Her teeth grazed his neck to leave a puff of air, a minty cold to linger on his skin. As their legs bumped and touched, Loke found her creamy softness. Her skin was satin and silk. Long forgotten was her skirt, dropped along with the sash to the ground.

Her fresh scent of rain had beckoned him to devour her whole. Even a monk would be in dilemma to deny such ecstasy. Pulling and messing it up by and by, her fingers held his rich ginger hair in a tight grip. Loke busied himself with slipping her white top over her head. It would be an understatement to say that what he saw beneath excited him. Phthalo green, cotton, Translucent—her buds poked over the fabric, deliciously, the sight of which made his fingers itch to pinch them. He wanted her to know what she had caused him. So, when his erection pressed against her hips, almost painfully, his pupils dilated at the satisfying "O" her lips formed. Who would've thought the water mage had had her exquisite taste disguised all along? "How about I free you and those berry tits from this confinement?"

Before she could come up with her retort, her bra was unclipped, thrown off. Loke leaned in, his face was suddenly much closer than it had been. Taunting, his hot breath hit her as his lips parted inches away from her buds. "Use your voice, Juvia. No one's going to hear us here in the forest. I wonder the kinds of sounds you'd make."

While she lifted her head with a gasp, with the passion of a painter painting his masterpiece, he marked her skin. She drove him insane like never before. Gently, bathing her in the vibrance of a crimson love, he kissed the plump peach peaks of her breasts. "Juves. Tell me. The last time you thought of Gray was?" His lips closed around her right nipple and sucked, hard. Her breath hitched, snitching a whimper out her full lips. She risked biting down the sounds until she couldn't hold them anymore. He had warned her. No matter the efforts, like the water pouring from a busted dam, mewls and moans streamed through her mouth. Unlike her, Loke was prepared, like the experienced man he was, provided the smug look on his face. He was equipped with skills, honed over years. Before he captures her lips the second time, between feverish pants, she answered him: "Before you kissed the living daylights out of Juvia..."

At once, Loke's chuckles burgeoned into full-fledged laughter. "Ha..., I took you for a foxy girl. But it seems like I'm wrong." He lowered his glasses down the bridge of his nose for a second. "Now, jokes aside, are you afraid of sex, Juvia?" From the kindling lust that wafted from him, tingles tremored past her spine. Afraid? Who is he kidding? His palms massaged just above her hips, one of his long thumbs slipping inside the edge of her panties, tracing its smooth cotton hem. His hazel orbs whispered racy things, things that might make the purest play lewd. The cheeky briefs allowed him to squeeze her ass. They were firm, but when he dug his fingers in, round butter cakes. Reckoned to plant a red hot hickey on her ass cheek, he inquired: "Am I going to be your first?"

"Shut up, Loke. Juvia was in a dilemma. That's all. She's not a virgin." Loke sensed the shadow of a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Jealousy. No doubt this was unusual for Loke Regulus. His pride is to blame. Pride and wisdom. He sensed it right away, especially since he hadn't felt that in a long time. Jesus Christ, he wasn't a teenager. After three seconds that passed by painfully, he decided to screw that shit. He shouldn't be wasting his time when he has the real feast before him. Huh? She felt his horny smile on her lips, shuddering when his fingers pinched her butt cheek, huffing in an unanticipated rave as they slid across her waist to draw circles over her sternum. He wanted to ask who and when her first had been. But controlled his instincts.

Years and years of yearning didn't take her anywhere. Platonic forever, Gruvia. Coincidental, Gray. How wrong was she to take their friendship for granted? By loving him, by caring for him, by comforting him, by looking after him. By doing things he never asked? Selfish Juvia. Selfish me. "Tell me that you were not drunk when we argued, that Loke was making a show of it. Huuhh." She changed the topic. "I want to hear that. Guess why?"

Loke pressed his knees between her thighs, up to her groin, and shook his head at her. He didn't know the hours that ticked away nor the date, didn't know how and where. Her tresses smelt ambrosial. All he knew, all he felt, was her. He grinned, pleased. He was instantly reminded of pine trees, with a floral undertone. "Because you're confusing me. You dared to do all these to me. You got Juvia in trouble, and now, making me feel things I don't want to feel."

Juvia wants to lash out at you. I want to be angry at you. She's not supposed to like what Loke is doing to her.

"This is impossible!" It doesn't make sense and is baffling as hell. "Loke-San, don't you think you're annoying."

Loke's laughter boomed. "But then, that's the point of it all. You like it. Don't you? You like getting all hot and bothered and sweating beneath me. Eh?" It's decided, he has got mind-reading skills.

The image of Juvia, naked beneath his body and bending in an erotic rumba against his sheets, had his cock hardening in the raunchiest of thoughts. "You have a lot to improve, Juves. You're a bad liar. It's written on your face. If you don't want to say it out loud—because you're still too indignant and proud to admit it. I could care less, Juvia, because you don't necessarily have to spell it out in words."

Loke was surprised at his own words not because they were cocky but because they were long and fine like silk. Is it true that we aren't that drunk? Since my words are not slurring? Why did everything else before him slightly—just slightly—blurred, except this woman and her delicious body? Why did his body feel lighter, happier? He had her consent?!

Loke seemed to himself like he had when he had been an adolescent and initially exploring the delights of the female body before the satisfaction of sensuality had wilted, gone somewhere withered, beyond the many years of his immortal life. He could not revive the last time he had wanted a woman, yet it had never been this fervid. "You're in for a long ride. I'll hear it when you can't hold back from moaning and screaming my name out over and over again. I'll make sure, babe. I swear, I will."

No Gray. No Lucy. "Tonight is just you and me. I'll make you feel. Some real pleasure." Once she soars past the flowery rainbows, she'll realize that Grey is not the only shade, that there are violets, that there are yellows, that there are greens and pinks, that there are whites and oranges and blues.

"No" His huge hands swat her middle, startled, and as soon turned his confused gaze to her face.

"You're the one who is going to see a piece of heaven. I'll be the one to leave you baffled." Her arms spread on the exposed skin of his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeats. Teasingly sliding down to undo the rest of the buttons, she giggled.

He snorted. "Oh. You better not make this a challenge. You're making me want to have you lose against me."

"Argh. Take your dumb goggles off already." Liking the shade of his frames was easier when it excluded telling him and making him aware of the same.

"Do you only wish to see just this pretty face? Won't you be delighted to see certain other parts of me?" "Juve, I'm telling you, I have something far more appetizing that you're yet to see." He said as his belt slid across his palm, coming undone.

Why did she want to dive into the depths of pleasure with this man, to want him to savor every inch of her? To submit to him? Did the iron gates fending her heart melt away in the searing heat of his kiss?


In her chest were roses, tainted red with bloody love. Her sun effloresced in December days, crisp and white with snow. Roses blossomed like in blackthorn winter, through all the blinding fog.

Now, his wanton words had torn her whole, her roses squeezed and petals dozed. She believed the time had come for her fate to greet the eve, darkest nights of December, coldest of all. Roses, she buried them deep where the sun can't reach, on the garden of lost love where the moon upon is waning, unfeeling.

Before the shut gates, she stood, waves of cerulean caught in the gales, cheeks rosy. Maybe, a bud might sprout again, one day, in spring...


"Your foot. When did it heal?!"


Author's note

As you can see, the lovemaking scene here has huge chunks of missing pieces towards the end. If anyone wishes to read it, I might write and add those flashbacks in one of the future chapters.