A/N: Words fail me, except one: Thanks.

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! (^0^)(^0^)

Recently I have been struggling on how to end this story because all the teasing between the two is done and Juvia finally got laid Gehee… That was the main point I was leading towards.

My inspiration for this chapter came from my stupid sister encouraging me to play with myself... (Won't go into too much detail, though it's funny how a misunderstanding can lead to inspiration)

Please note: I don't own Fairy Tail

Enjoy:)

Two weeks later the Natsu team enters the guild after their mission. The job itself took less than two days, but they were forced to stay longer due to Ezra, wanting to attend the upcoming Tomioka Hachiman-gu shrine festival.

The annual festival is also known as the Fukagawa Hachiman Matsuri or the water splashing festival and the streets of the processions are lined with shopkeepers and even local fire departments at the ready to soak the participants. It is one of the three largest festivals of Edo.

Gray wanted to return right after the mission was completed, but disobeying Ezra might just be the death of him. He had a lot on his mind and he knew that the longer he's away, the harder it will become to express his feelings.

It's not that he's a timid guy, but he knows he has trouble when it comes to expressing his feelings. He had countless times to tell her how he feels, but yet always finding himself speechless when the perfect moment presents itself.

His chest tightening with the overwhelming doubt about how he feels. He reckons that he cannot break loose of this feeling anymore. This feeling corrupts him so much into a state of mental disarray. It must be to a greater extent than just lust that he harvest towards her.

Skimming over the rowdy room he notices that the water-mage is nowhere in view. He sighed in disappointment as he sank into the bar stool.

'How long will this feeling torment me', he pondered as he signals Mirajane for a beer.

The Festival made him very worn down as the people started to run out of water to splash onto the shrines and those that were keeping them. Ezra forced him to use his magic to create bulks and bulks of ice cubes while Natsu used his fire to turn it into water. He had tried numerous times to escape, but with Erza around it was inconceivable.

"How was your mission Gray", Mirajane asked as she places the tall mug in front of him.

"To be honest, harsh", he yawns out while rubbing his teary eyes, trying to rid the sleep as he raises his head upwards to look at her.

"You look worn out", she said as she quickly pulls back the mug.

He curses in an undertone voice as he lays his head back on the counter too tired to fight over the drink.

"You should go home and rest", Mirajane suggested in concern.

Scuffing his feet as he slowly starts walking. "If anyone looking for me, I will be sleeping in the infirmary room."

"No-one will be looking for you", her fruity voice lets out as her mouth curves into a smirk. Knowing precisely what he intended by the statement yet teasing him is so amusing

"You know whom I'm referring to", he shyly stated while lowering his head as he rubs it nervously too afraid to reveal his emotions that's displaying on his face.

Mira eagerly nodded as Gray walked away.

'Booty-calls, friends with benefits, hookups…' puzzled over in her head. Not knowing what to label their relationship only stirred up mixed emotions. She has been sleeping at the guild for the past two weeks waiting his arrival in order to clarify their status. Doubting the relationship might not even lead any further than just sexual pleasures yet keeping in mind that it may only be a matter of time before he develops deeper feelings for her.

Consistently thinking about his touch and how she longs to be held in his muscular arms. She puts herself down, straining to get a comfy place in order to enjoy herself.

"Forgive me," she softly whispers as she shuts her eyes. Her hands slowly caress her neck while traveling down to her breast as she slightly squeezes it.

She can no longer hold the urge that's bolting up between her thighs. How she misses his breathless soft whispers, his chilly cold fingertips tracing all over her naked body. The way she perfectly fits in his arms.

"Kyaaa", she cries out, hands covering her face while shaking her head from embarrassment.

'This is never going to work out. I have never done this before, but it's itching badly. I need to starch it', she thought as she knocks her head against the wall attempting to figure out how to rid the scorching itch.

He slowly drives the half crack door open as his left hand searches for the switch. The sounds of soft moans startled him, setting out into the darkness trying to find where it's coming from.

"ahhh" the voice softly moans out as he slowly closes the door moving towards the heavy breathing without switching the light on.

The soft moans becoming louder and louder as he draws closer, He quickly scans the beds only to find it all unoccupied.

'Do I seriously miss her that much, that I'm hearing her voice', He questions himself as he set about bending down looking under the beds. He's damn sure that the soft humming moans belong to her.

'I'm too worn out to be playing hide and seek', He thought giving up on the whole adventure of finding the moans.

He places himself on the bed closest to the window, resting on his back with his arms under his head staring into the darkness. He recalls the last time he held her in his arms, her captivating smile that constantly leaves him breathless. The way her eyes would twinkle every time he places a kiss on her forehead and her never failing ability that causes his body to feel helpless and uncontrollable, burning with steaming hot lust to devour her entirely.

His mind being trapped in thoughts of her for the past two weeks playing out different scenarios of his confession but every scenario turned out to be a failure that he couldn't stand to live with.

Concentrating on the flickering ray that's shining through the bend of the curtain, the sun had long since gone away over the horizon replacing the sky with thousands of stars. His eyes slowly shut as he savors the sound of swaying trees and rustling of leaves that's putting his mind at ease, feeling the sleep creeping up on him.

"Mmm", the voice cries out softly.

'What the…', Gray thought as he sits up scanning the room his eyes stopping on a shape sitting on the floor.

He switches on the bedside lamp only to find her completely naked, her legs slightly apart with her knees bent. Her eyes close as she gently slides her fingers upwards and down her slit.

He quickly shifts the light off as he slips under the bed. 'This is so unreal', Gray thought as his new found energy overwhelms him.

'Come on, I know if was in my pocket this morning, I cannot miss out on this beautiful scenery', Gray cursed himself as he searches his pockets for his flashlight trying to be as quiet as humanly possible.

Flicking the flashlight on as he crawls closer to the soft sweet moans. Gazing with a lustful smirk at the most beautiful view bestow upon him as he flashes the light directly into her slit.

The way her fingers are moving in and out creating her to moan in pleasure as she bites on the curtain trying to lower her voice. She removes her fingers slowly and gently draws a few circles on her slit. The faster her circle motion the louder she moans.

'Should I accept this invitation?', Gray wonders as he can feel his genitals raising to the occasion with every low moan she utters out.

She begins running her hips to hold up with the rhyme of her fingers that's thrusting into her.

"Gray-sama", she quivers as her left hand starts fondling with her breast, feeling the hot frustration building up inside her.

"Yes.. faster.. deeper.. more.. just there..", she whimpers as she arches her back to move her thrusting fingers deeper. Her left hand tightens its grips until it holds a firm grip on her breast.

"Gray-sama" she softly echoes repeatedly as she continues the thrusting of fingers into her wet entrance.

He loves seeing her so horny, yearning for him with every thrust she creates within her. She laps up her juices fingers as she moves her fingers across her lips moaning out his name in pure lust. The way she tilts her head while arching her back a little more sending her two fingers faster and faster into her dripping entrance.

Watching her fingers drip with juices made him crawl closer, he can no longer tolerate just watching her. He wants to touch her so badly, biting on his bottom lip turning to restrain himself from reaching out.

He loves hearing the squishing sounds emitting from her entrance as she moves her fingers faster and deeper, attempting to keep up with the rhythm that she created while shaking her hips backwards and forth. Her moans calling out to him with the lustfully voice she no longer has control of.

She slowly looks down at her entrance wondering if she should insert more fingers. She needs more pleasure.

"Not enough", she softly trembles out as her eyes stares at the figure under the bed revealing the lewdness on its face.

"Gray –sama", a low groan escapes her lips, unfamiliar to her ears. Her orgasms ripped away from her, enslave under the erotic intensity of his stare. Her mind trapped with intoxicated anticipation, no room for embarrassment of her indecent act nor shame for being caught.

He slowly moves towards her giving her an enticing view of his erection that's pocking his trousers as he whispers into her ear "That was entertaining".

"Gray-sama ", she purred loudly, rubbing her head in the bend of his neck.

"Did you enjoy yourself?", his deep husky voice lets out as his hand slowly starts caressing down her stomach and resting between her forbidden lips.

"Little", she moans as she digs her nails into his left shoulder.

"Little what?", he bittersweet smirked as he bites down into her neck receiving loud moans from her. Her nails digging into his shoulder as she starts rocking, yearning for more attention.

"Gray-sama… tingling", she moves her tongue along his neckline, rocking her hips faster in order to receive some friction from his cold hand that's between her legs.

"Tell me, where it's tingling", he passionately declared as he removed his hand drawing it towards her breast and gently squeezing it.

There's nothing sexier than hearing her lustfully laden gasps and low whispers as she tries to tell him want she wants.

"Tell me, Juvia. I'm waiting", he said.

" Hmm.. here..", she moans into his ear as she removes his hand from her breast sliding it downward to its former position, slowly forcing his frosty fingers into her warm kitty.

"Gray-sa", she lets out as he captures her lips pulling her into a wet passionate kiss. Lips moisten as their tongues intertwine slowly. Drawing his hands downs her back, caressing her lightly.

The kiss continues softly and teasingly while his lips burns of so much desire. The slippery and intoxicating taste of her lips consumes him with solid waves of lust. Building in intensity as the kiss becomes deeper and harder.

How he missed having her in his arms, the way her hot sticky touch lingers against his cold skin. The way her sexy legs captures his waist. How he yearned to taste the sweetness of her kisses, starving to have all of her, to feel her body tremble under his loving caress.

Her soft moans paralyzing every essence of his being. He wants to share everything with her, all that his heart longs to express.

He quickly draws away, their heated tongues meeting in the midst of hot quickening breaths. "Wait, we need to talk before we go any further."

"Talk about what, like right now Gray-sama", her eyes widened in surprise, before narrowing in resentment at the thought of Gray not wanting her.

Her tender moist lips hovers over his ear, slowly planting small hot kiss on his cold chest as she continues to move her quivering hips leaving the room only to echo the auditory sensations of her wet kisses.

"Talk about us and where this is heading", he lets out in a fleeting sense of ease, relief that he manages to bring up the subject. Not telling her how he felt only gave room to a dispiriting rage, surely because of his words left unspoken.

He slowly takes away his fingers from her wet slit in order to concentrate on how to confess.

"Huh… Gray-sama", she puzzled out while stopping him midway from removing his fingers.

She definitely knows where she desires him to head towards. She wants him to do her in a hot sweaty breathtaking way.

She too consumed with lust to function properly or even talk about anything. All she wants is for him to devour her into the painful delight.

"Faster", she quivers as she closes her eyes while resting her head on his shoulder thrusting his fingers deeper into her, moaning in pure bliss for more.

"Juvia are you listening to me?", he asked as he lifts her head upwards to look into her eyes.

"You were saying", she whispered with her nonchalant facial expression as she starts placing wet kissing into his neck, her lips traveling behind his ear.

Gray realizing that the water-mage is not listening with the intent to understand what he's attempting to tell her, but with the intent to respond quickly so that she can continue devouring his fingers deeper into her dripping hot kitty.

"Gray-sama more fingers", she sounded out as she starts helping herself pushing the additional finger she needed into her. Tilting her head as she gasps at the pleasure she receives while rocking her hips faster.

"Ouch you are hurting my hand", Gray painfully stated.

'At this rate she might break my hand', Gray thought as he slowly withdraws his fingers.

"Tch", she let out as she punches her small fist into his chest. "Do it properly, then", she whimpers while staring intensely at him.

"I'm not doing anything properly until you listen to what I have to say", his husky, harsh voice demanded.

She slowly puts her index finger to his lips. She did not want words. Yes, normally she craved them, always forcing them out of him if needed be. At this instant, she only believed everything could be articulated with their bodies. She knew sooner or later this will simply be a beautiful memory nothing more and at this moment she didn't want to hear him reject her, she doesn't need his sympathy right now.

She runs her anxious fingers around his neck drawing him closer as she whispers. "Nothing makes me as turned on as seeing you when you're so demanding"

Without a word he pulls her into a deep kiss running his hand down her spine. A sensation not like a shiver consumes her. She felt with every shiver the rare sense that she was precisely where she belonged.

He pulls her up without breaking the kiss, her legs wrap around his waist while heading towards the bed as he places her down hovering over her.

'You really good at bewitching my heart', Gray thought as he enters her without hesitation or a pause, exposing her every wanton need.

I apologize for any spelling mistake but I cant keep my eyes open anymore its burning like hell... I really wanted to update this chapter soonest.

I have no idea how Gray should confess maybe that's why I'm prolonging the confession...

Any ideas on how he should confess? please let me know if you do. Thanks

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