Gray had both his pants and his boxers off before she said anything. Their gazes stayed locked, but she blushed and looked away.
"If you wish to, I don't mind."
He was satisfied with that.
In all honesty, Gray had no idea what had come over him. He knew there was little chance of him ever doing something like this of his own volition. He guessed he had a weakness in beautiful women-- Ur had gotten him to strip naked in the snow.
He stood beside her awkwardly at first. She moved with what looked like a practiced grace, though he had the feeling that it was as purely natural as the rain. When he realized that, he closed his eyes and just felt the cool water droplets fall on him.
And later he realized that it was a terrible feeling when you had to leave the rain.
He bathed in her house. She insisted that he stay for dinner and let her show some hospitality. Her kind smile wouldn't let him say no. She communicated an earnest appreciation for his tolerance and understanding over dinner, adter both of them had bathed, and an utmost respect for his participation.
"When I saw you staring at me from the street, the last thing I thought you would do is join me."
"To be honest, me too."
Juvia-- the rain woman-- gave a laugh at that. Gray chuckled along with her, thinking this entire night rather odd, though not in a bad way. It was sort of whimsical; he'd managed to meet a beautiful woman without driving her away with his stripping habits.
"It was nice though. I've never experienced anything like that."
Juvia sipped from her glass, her smile growing bigger. "Yes. Now you understand."
They chatted a while about dancing in the rain. Eventually, the conversation steered towards more miscellaneous things. Gray found that Juvia was a wonderful conversationalist with many other unique, naturalistic ideas and feelings. He discovered new things about himself as well; she was very insightful.
Gray had never talked to another person so much in his life.
And when at last sunrise came and he really and truly needed to leave her house, he did. But he came back later in that day.
"To tell you the truth, I thought earlier this morning was a dream until you appeared on my doorstep."
"I thought it was a dream until you answered the door."
Juvia let Gray into her home and he wiped his feet on the entrance mat. He followed her into the living room where numerous unpacked boxes lay about haphazardly and a furniture set had just been set up. He offered to help her get the rest of the house organized and she accepted, communicating her appreciation. His shirt was thrown carelessly onto the couch when they started. Juvia didn't seem to mind.
Because they had both slept until the afternoon, they didn't stop until night. That was okay, because throughout the process, they talked and laughed and enjoyed themselves a great deal. And dancing in the rain would have to wait until the latest hours of the day anyway if there was to be a shower.
With dinner in their hands (Juvia had cooked for them again, and this was the first home cooked meal since his mother died that he truly liked), the two of them settled on the couch and first checked the weather. Gray saw Juvia frown at the report.
"There's no rain today." she said disappointedly.
Gray shrugged, a smile on his face. It was a surprise to him how sincere it was; he had only known this woman for a night. "It may have been what connected us, but we don't need the rain to be together."
Juvia gave him another dazzling smile.
"I never pegged you for the romantic type."