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ii. legs

Gray loved her legs. He really did.

But not when they were bent up against his, nudging into his knees and sprawling over his side.

On the one hand, he had a nice view—she only slept in one of his t-shirts and panties, giving him an eyeful of those pretty, pretty legs. On the other hand, he only got to see those legs because she had kicked the blankets off their bed.

Again.

He had just put them back on, too.

Gray glanced over to her, finding her deep asleep with her cheek against her pillow and her hair fanned across the bed. She was sleeping peacefully, taking soft breaths with some of her hair curling around her face. Sometimes, she made little groans—his favorites were when she said his name, amongst other imaginative things—and she really was a nice sight, one that put him at ease and made him look forward to waking up every morning to her gentle eyes and warm smile.

But then she shifted, jerking her leg into his shin, and Gray stifled his grunt.

It was ironic, too, because Juvia definitely used her legs for good when she was awake. She knew that he loved it when she'd throw them across his lap while they lounged on the couch, or how she'd trail her heel up his bare chest before nudging him playfully in the jaw, lying on her back with a coy grin. Or when she'd toss 'em over his shoulders while he pounded into her, bringing them both to sweet release with hard thrusts and throaty moans and slick, grinding bodies.

Juvia shifted again, rolling on her back and spreading her legs with a soft sigh. Gray silently twitched, because while he loved seeing her legs wide open like that—especially when he was in between them—them spreading now only pushed him closer to the edge of the bed, and he was really not in the mood of getting acquainted with the floor—again.

"Just wake her up," Gajeel had said, when Gray had nonchalantly, indirectly brought up the fact that his ex-Phantom member slept like a pretzel. And really, Gray didn't mind her body's flexibility when she was awake, not at all—but even he had to sleep some hours of the day.

But waking her up? Gray shuddered at the thought. If Gajeel really knew her well, he knew that waking Juvia up during her beauty sleep was a bad, bad idea. Then again—Gajeel would know something like that, which only meant one thing—he was trying to get him killed.

That was probably it. Gajeel didn't like him much anyway, especially when he found out the ice mage was dating his best friend—or maybe it was when he walked in on them going at it in the kitchen, or in the jacuzzi, or in the storage room, or even in the bathroom on the train while the three of them were traveling for a job.

Might've been one of those times.

The whole guild may have seen Gray's family jewels a lot, but only Gajeel saw them buried in Juvia's treasure. Multiple times. In many different positions.

Juvia fidgeted again, riding her knee up his leg. Gray stared flatly at the ceiling.

This had been happening on and off for weeks. There had to be a way to fix it, or at least deal with it.

Glancing to Juvia's sleeping face, Gray placed his hand against her thigh, gently nudging it closed. Juvia stirred a little, and he flinched, growing incredibly rigid as he carefully watched her expression and prayed to whatever celestial spirit above that he didn't wake her.

But she did nothing, only turned on her side and clapped her legs together—trapping his hand between them in the process.

And oh, any other time of day, he would've loved it. But now he had a problem.

As damn sexy as Juvia's legs were, they were also incredibly sensitive. Again, good for the day, bad in the middle of the night when they weren't jumping each other like two rabbits in heat.

Any wrong movement and she would wake up, and if Juvia woke up—Gray paled at the thought. It was safer stealing Erza's last slice of cake.

But Gray needed his hand back, dammit. A little hard to sleep with his hand stuck between her legs, caught so tight he could literally feel the blood circulation cutting off from his wrist. Any other time this grip would've been impressive, and maybe a bit of a turn-on, too, but right now—

Gray paused, a light bulb illuminating above his head.

Wait a second… if he just slid his hand a little higher, moved a little deeper, he'd reach that one special place that always made her melt under his touch. Just a few strokes with his perfectly skilled fingers and her legs would loosen their vice grip in pleasurable relaxation, allowing him to slip his hand free and maybe get a good night's sleep for once.

And if she woke up, well, he'd just have to satisfy her to stave off his impending doom.

…It was worth a shot.

Carefully, Gray budged his hand between her thighs, sliding slowly up her legs. Juvia curled her fingers and Gray rigidly froze, watching her brow pull together before gradually relaxing. He swallowed, gently grazing his nails over her soft skin and giving a small grin when she shivered under the sensation. Her legs loosened a little, allowing his fingers to trail higher until they nudged against her center.

Juvia made a small sound then, a little "mm" that sent his heart pounding. Slowly, very cautiously, Gray pressed one finger against her panties, then another, and another. He watched her face as he began to rub, using the gentlest touch he could muster.

She groaned, a breathless groan that sent a jolt down his spine. Her hand clutched the pillow beside her cheek as he rubbed harder, finding the sensitive nubbin between her legs and pressing small circles against it. Juvia squeezed her eyes tighter before her lips parted, releasing a throaty "ah" as her legs opened a fraction, making Gray smirk in victory. His plan had worked after all, now all he had to do was slip his hand out to freedom—

As soon as his fingers stopped, her thighs clamped down once more, trapping his hand once again. The ice mage twitched—her reaction was almost immediate, as though her body instantly sensed the fleeting pleasure and sought to keep it. Fuck, her grip seemed even tighter now, too—he hadn't considered that those teasing touches would make her body tense up, locking her legs up with it.

Damn, so much for his flawless plan. He'd just have to try a little harder then.

Glancing to her face, he studied her sleeping countenance, having fallen back asleep despite the little cry she released moments ago. Gray shifted a little, edging closer as he slid his fingers lower and flicked his wrist. Juvia reacted then, her hips bucking in reflex while a moan escaped her lips.

Sweeping his tongue over his upper lip, Gray promptly went to work, stroking her through her panties and simpering at the growing dampness meeting against his touch. Her mouth formed a cute little "o" before she pursed her lips, taking a sharp breath and unconsciously rolling her hips against his hand.

His gaze flicked to her face, partially expecting to find her eyes on him. The way she reacted, she had to be aware of what was going on, right? But her eyes were still closed, and the only sign of consciousness was the color blooming in her cheeks the quicker he rubbed his fingers against her.

Gray thrust his fingers inside, aware of the barrier of her panties as the tips barely dipped in her entrance. The stimulation was all he needed, and it worked—she gasped and turned her head towards her pillow, biting her lip hard with her teeth sinking in her lower lip.

But the clamp of her legs still didn't let up, and Gray furrowed his brow.

Sliding his thumb upwards, he pressed it between her wet folds before digging into her clit. Her hips jerked again and he could feel her thighs clench around him. He pushed a little harder, and her cheeks flushed almost immediately. Her lips parted while she gripped the pillow she was sleeping against, grinding her hips into his hand.

"Ah—G-Gray-sama—"

Gray glanced to her face, expecting the weight of her gaze on him. She hadto be awake, her voice was way too throaty, way too wanton and needy—but again, she was still fast asleep.

How was she still asleep?

Her body was clenching, but she wasn't waking up. Her hips were rolling, eyes squeezing, mouth moaning, but still, nothing. It was a sight, though, seeing her react like this. Raw, natural reactions—her voice peaked when he pressed a particular hard circle with his thumb, or her hips jerked when he teased her just right. Fuck, he was starting to feel a tightness in his own pants too. He was supposed to be getting her wound up, not himself.

"Gray-sama—" she gasped, biting her lip and moaning. His mouth quirked in a grin—even in her dreams, she was always thinking of him.

That's probably what she thought this was. A very vivid, vivid dream. Might as well give her something good then.

Gliding his hand upwards, he promptly slipped his hand beneath her panties, coating his fingers in her essence before pushing them deep inside.

Juvia cried out as her thighs loosened then, opening and spreading to accommodate his thrusting fingers while she rolled on her back. But Gray hardly noticed the released grip, too distracted by the twists of her face and cries from her lips as he shifted above her and pumped his fingers faster.

"Mmh—" she breathed, and he ghosted his mouth over her cheek, hearing her sigh against him. He slowed his movements, listening to the squelch of his fingers before shoving them back inside and curling them forward. He knew he struck something when she suddenly tightened her walls around him and gave the most strangled cry, deeply arching her back. The more he stroked the area, the tighter she became. He could almost feel the pressure winding up within her, the throbbing ache in his pants worsening with the slick wet heat enveloping his fingers.

"Ah—Ahh—" she cried out, and as soon as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, her eyes snapped open. "Gray-sama—!" she gasped, face burning red and eyes wide in surprise, and his gaze met hers for a glimpse before his mouth covered hers, slanting in a powerful, searing kiss.

The pleasure instantly surged through her body, overwhelming her. She moaned loudly against his mouth, tangling her hands in his hair and curling her fingers in the dark locks while her hips raised and ground hard against his hand. She parted her lips for his aggressive tongue, tilting her head as it swerved against her own. Her mewls were muffled against his lips, her eyes shutting tight as white-hot heat curled in her belly.

She broke the kiss to breathe, panting harsh, ragged breaths while Gray grunted in her ear. Her nails scored through his hair as she moaned, her muscles squeezing around his fingers the wilder he moved them.

"Ooh—" she breathed, rolling her hips forward and sliding other hand to grip the back of his neck. She pulled on his hair and gasped while he groaned, sliding his other hand along her thigh and squeezing as he parted it further. "Oh—Mmm—"

He whispered dirty words in her ear, making her tense up as her hips jerked and her fingers tightened their grip in his hair. Her eyes squeezed shut while her legs locked around his hips, his name on her lips as she bucked her hips and screamed. Her toes curled at the pleasure coursing through her body, surging from head to toe before her legs fell limp and her back sank against the mattress.

Gray slowly eased his fingers out, watching her mewl cutely as he did so. His heart pounded in his ears when she met his eyes in a heavy-lidded gaze, breathing softly with her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

Okay, now he had to act fast before she realized he disturbed her sleep for something really stupid—

Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he took his wet fingers and placed them in his mouth, sucking them clean. She always liked when he did that, he noticed, and this time was no exception as she bit her lip and gingerly stroked his wrist. Sliding his fingers out of his mouth, he looked down at her before she took his hand and brought his fingers to her own mouth, enveloping them in her lips and slowly pulling them back out.

His heart thumped even harder in his chest, and blood pounded in his loins.

"Mm…" she moaned, closing her eyes and sucking once more before barely raising her lashes and grazing her teeth along the tips. "Gray-sama has never woken Juvia like that before…"

He studied her face carefully, finding it a little hard to concentrate when she lapped at his fingers like a kitten drinking a bowl of milk. But he had to gather his scrambling thoughts, he had to keep the tension down in both the room and his pants—

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," he quickly blurted, feeling a faint blush creep up his neck when she tilted her head and hummed against his fingers.

Easing tension with flowery words. Loke would be so proud.

Releasing his fingers with a wet suck, Juvia smiled coyly, darting her eyes down before returning to his. "Juvia can see that," she teased while Gray cleared his throat, shifting his hips back a little. Lowering his hand to her breast, she cupped his cheeks and brought his lips to hers, moaning when he squeezed and slanted his mouth. She pulled away gently, pressing another chaste kiss before murmuring against his lips, "Let Juvia freshen up before she takes care of you."

Gray stared as she slid out from under him, watching the curve of her ass while she slipped into the bathroom.

As soon as she was out of the room, he plopped on his back and sighed.Damn he was good—nuclear crisis averted, and he was gonna laid on top of it.

Juvia emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, walking towards the bed with a flirty sway of her hips while Gray folded his arms behind his head and grinned. She climbed on the bed and hooked her legs over his hips, sitting back and straddling him tight. Her hands roamed up his toned chest while Gray groaned beneath her warm touch, sucking a sharp breath when she grazed her nails and teased them down his skin.

He moved his hands out from behind his head and gripped her thighs, riding his palms up and down her smooth skin. Juvia smiled before leaning down and pressing her lips to his, making him growl while her skilled tongue worked inside his mouth.

"You know, Gray-sama…" she whispered when she pulled away, gliding her hands up his muscles.

"What," he murmured, panting quietly beneath her.

Her lips curved in a small, seductive smile as she pressed butterfly kisses along on his jaw.

"Juvia wouldn't mind… always being woken up like that…"

Gray paled as she placed teasing kisses down his neck, rolling her hips against his.

Great. He may have temporarily solved one problem, but now he just created another.